I am, a bleach fanfic

I A M

a lover.

I love him no matter what he does, no matter where he goes. I will follow him always.

I A M

a fighter.

I will fight for him. Never for myself, but for him. Everything is always for him.

I A M

a leader.

I can make my own decisions. I can make my own life. I can mold myself. I just choose not to.

I A M

a follower.

I tail him like a puppy, I watch his every move, I want to be just like him. He is my infatuation.

I A M

original.

I am my own person, I am unlike anybody else. I am beautiful, smart, cute, kind, and funny.

I A M

clichéd.

I enjoy cheesy romance movies and walks on the beach. I am a typical female, and that's all there is to it.

I A M

gentle.

I touch him and he smiles, he tells me my hands are soft and small and perfect in every way.

I A M

fierce.

I don't think twice before drawing my sword against my friend. I am rough, and durable.

I A M

a shinigami.

I wear that black robe, I keep a cool composition, I wield a powerful weapon.

I A M

a human.

I have emotions; I cry when I'm sad, I yell when I'm mad, and I scream when I'm in pain.

I A M

sane.

I am not crazy. I may live for him, but I am not a madwoman. I. Am. Not.

I A M

disturbed.

Sometimes I come to and I have no idea where I am. All I am aware of is the cold blood on my hands.

I A M

healthy.

I eat well-balanced meals, I exercise, I have friends and a perfectly pleasant attitude and demeanor.

I A M

sick.

My eyes twitch. My fingers jump. My legs convulse. My arms shake. My lips crack.

I A M

Hinamori Momo.

and

will

perfect

for

him.