Disclaimer: I don't want to own bleach, just Hitsugaya.

Author's Note: My name is Billie, pen-name 'ShirouGirl123, and I am from the fanfiction writing troupe called "The Dreamers of Dreams". Second fic posted here. Enjoy.


"I can't understand how she feels, the pain of losing the only one that you could ever love, it's indescribable."
The day was not clichéd. There were no heavy clouds. No rain. No lightning. No thunder. No black sky.

The day was bright. Sunny. Clear. Blue. Cheerful. Trees a healthy green. Flowers in full bloom. Brisk wind. Warm scents. Singing birds.

Despite all this, Byakuya Kuchiki was a sad man.

The light of his life, the love of his life, has been gone for years. Yet the pain had never ceased to stop.

Even if she could not return his love for her, the feeling of being torn away from the person held dearest, is a sorrowful burden.

To live withough the one who brought love, who was Love itself...

A fate worse than death.

It hurts. The pain. Unbearable. Unimaginable.

Is it true? 'Tis better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all? Loss of love leads to pain. Pain to anger. Anger to hate. Hate to suffering.

To love is to suffer.

Are those few moments of joy...

worth the eternal suffering afterwards.

Can another love be found? And if one is found, is that not a betrayal to the first love? Were those terms of endearments lies?

But what if love was found in the same person? On the other side?

Is it true? What they say?

Those who die in Soul Society return to the land of the living?

Would he find her there?

At the end of this one swift sinful act he would find his answer. . . . . .

There was nothing.


Something quick that went through my head at work. Nothing big.