Don't look at me. Please.
I know that if you look at me – if you so much as glance in my direction – I'll break. I'll crumble under that damned hatred you have for me. I know I will.
So turn away, please. Maybe I don't deserve it. Maybe you don't think I need your mercy. But please. As a simple request to you – though it may be my last.
I don't want to see you right now, because it hurts just to know you hate me, you despise me with every fiber of your being. It hurts, and if I see the eyes I used to love so much, I'll be forced to disappear. I'll be whisked away in the wind, and all that will remain is the shell, whose only purpose is to be a captain.
So please, don't even look at me. You're crying, and I know it, and I don't want to see you cry.
You know all of this – you know my regrets, my pain, my anger. And you know I don't want to see your eyes.
So why are you looking at me?
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Hitsugaya POV. D: Random drabble. I'm rather good with coming up with things on the spot.