DISCLAIMER: Bleach? Not mine.
I Can't Make You a Memory
Prologue…
At the first months of their parting Rukia would nightly pray for him to come running back to her, she'll imagine that he would be on his knees begging for mercy followed by sweet words used by those poets that he always read, but then she contemplated that would be so uncharacteristic of him. Instead he'll be having a sincere monologue about asking for forgiveness and being blind to things that is right before your eyes but you just can't appreciate until they have slipped away from you. That thing being her place in his heart…
At the first year, Rukia would watch from her window trying to picture once more that he'll be there waiting for her with that angry scowl that he deems to accessorize. And is not entirely surprise that she was just imagining.
After a few more years the yearning finally subside and she was left with just bitterness, she'll find herself wishing to never see him again but knew at the back of her mind, in a far off recess that completely belongs to the young man… knew, it knew… that those who are left behind continually wait for what is to hopefully come back. She found herself asking when she did become so poetic or so lovesick. This power he has over her surely became so troublesome.
It was at the fifth year that she can freely venture her home town without remembering him, smiling as if she's not breaking. She saw him two years ago at the music channel, a singer, handsome as ever. And she began pulling at her hair and knows instantly that she was doomed. His handsome face all over the place, TV, magazine, internet and people are constantly talking about it. It did not help that their common friends have been excited and talkative that they were pretty close in high school and she became a trivia book of his likes and dislikes. Oh boy! How can she move on if she was constantly reminded?
She decided at the same year that maybe she hates him as much as she loves him...
There was this very fine line that she memorized long since high school. She hates him then, but there was this abrupt morning that she found out she did not, and anxiously remembered that such development have no turning points and she can only go forward and not hate him more.
She became afraid.
She prays then…
'Please… Don't come back.'