Title:Heartbreak
Author's Notes: THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING A FANFIC so sorry if it's not so good. Constructive criticism are welcome. I might write one with ichigo's feelings if enough people want it. If that happens this may turn into a series of IchiRuki drabbles.
Disclaimer: Bleach is all Tite Kubo's idea, so i don't own Ichigo or Rukia
When you heart breaks for the first time
And your world crashes around you.
When you seem to have lost your way
And you hurt those you didn't mean to.
When you just can't get yourself to apologize
And you know it's really all your fault.
When you fear that you've betrayed them
And they won't ever accept you back.
When you can't bring yourself to look up to their eyes
And you don't know what to say.
When you finally look up and see all the pain within them
And you know you've crossed that line.
She stares at his shivering back through the crack between the sliding doors, knowing very well that she has hurt him. She grips her ebony hair between her fingers, closing her violet eyes tightly and resisting the urge to scream at her stupidity. She wishes she could take back her words, stupid things that had come flying out of her mouth, missiles like bullets that had stuck him in the heart. She hates herself for losing control.
The fight had been about something stupid and little – something not worth fussing over, something that had been blown way out of proportion. He had tried to explain something to her as she had thought that it was something completely different. She just couldn't accept that she was wrong. So, instead of just listening to him, she had insulted him and screamed in his shocked face, and slammed the cupboard door on him. He had just stood there, pain and hurt shining in his wide eyes, shaking slightly, staring at her as if he no longer knew her. She knew how he felt about her, and she knew that she eels the same, but she still could not prevent herself from losing control.
She was a failure. Someone who did not deserve to be loved. She had murdered the previous man she loved, and she does not know what she might do to this one.
She still can't bring herself to approach him and apologise – she knows that he will just look away and ignore her, the look of betrayal on his face. She's scared that she has lost her best friend, the man she loves, forever, over a stupid argument.
She hopes that it will all be ok again, but her heart gives her an uneasy feeling like it will never be the same again.