Whew! I'm finally back to writing on FF! This is my first attempt at writing a Bleach fic. Criticisms are appreciated as always!
And I don't own Bleach. I think you've all figured that out.
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Something had always bothered him about that woman. He had always wondered. Wondered why she had so much trust in her so-called friends. Wondered what the mechanism that drove her was. Wondered what a "heart" was. To him, a heart was an organ in your chest that beat to keep you alive. To him, a heart held no other purpose. So why did humans see so much importance in an organ?
During his time with her, he envied. He envied how she lived in a colorful world with a purpose. He envied her hope. He was a nihilist. Purpose and hope didn't exist.
Why did she continue to defy everything he had believed in? Why wouldn't she quit? What did she have that he did not?
Up until his final moments, he was as unable to understand humans as ever. But when he reached his hand out to her, she had helped him discover what he had lost: a heart.
As he crumbled into the wind, he whispered his last words.
"Thank you, woman."