He use to not bother with the color violet.
He use to not bother with a lot of things.
Yet months passed, the sky would change and those little things he once never cared about began to buzz within his mind. It gave him an ache he could not describe- Was it longing? Impossible. He knew from the start that longing was not something he was capable of feeling when it came to her. That was, however, when she became nothingness itself to him. Where once stood a friend now stood emptiness he could no longer touch nor hear. Her words strummed in his minds, she would have called him out for it. Would have beaten some sense into him and he would call her names.
He use to not care about their fights.
He use to not care about their shouting.
Yet he sat in the silence in his room and missed how the extra octave in her voice peeked and feel when they would get into it. The way she would burn him with a stare yet cool him with her bratty little acts. The way she yell and stomp into his closet in hopes of winning even though both of them knew that neither of them were winners. Then in the mornings they would wake up like nothing happened and walked off too school together.
He use to, he use to do so much.
He missed so much.
Now in the silence of his room, staring at his cellphone, Kurosaki Ichigo found himself missing the smallest moments with Kuchiki Rukia.
However, he could and would always cherish them.