Okay! This is my first time posting a story and all, so I hope you enjoy! Oh! First I'm going to post a prologue, just for the fun of it. Then I'm going to post the original parts that Kiri accidentally deleted before I continue with my part ^.^ All rights belong to the rightful people, I don't own. So please don't sue.
Silver's P.O.V.
Time is irrelevant, yet it is oh so important.
It is endless, yet limited.
So full of contradictions.
We can live for about 100 years, but our souls are immortal.
Does this mean that our souls, though our bodies are eventually disregard, will stay connected to the souls of those you share memories with? Even if, given time, we get a new body and create new memories?
I hope so.
My thoughts are somewhat scrambled, and I know I'm not thinking straight.
My feet feel very heavy, and my lungs are burning.
'"Will I make it on time?" I ask aloud to myself. PLEASE let me get there on time…
"Wait for me. I'm coming." I whisper, hoping, praying that I can make it on time; wishing to send a message to tell them that I'm on my way.
My mind is side tracked a moment. 'Huh. It smells like it's gonna snow soon.' I realize thoughtfully.
I pick up the pace, fearful that I'm not going fast enough, yet unable to tell my own speed.
My heart, already pounding with all it's might, complains to rip out of my chest!
I ignore it.
Time.
Why do I have so LITTLE time to get there.
A small growl slips through my lips before I whisper, "Bankai."
My zanpakuto sends me a word of complaint, but otherwise obliges.
"God, help me get there on time." I pray aloud.
Time ticks onward.
I hope you enjoyed this small prologue =3
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