A/N: I'm making a project out of making character studies. So far I have Momo…Karin…sorta and Rukia…kinda.
Here Comes the Sun
You're sitting alone on the barstool on a cold Sunday night the filthy place is empty except for you and as you stare into your glass you can't bring yourself to down the contents.
You ponder your life and all you've accomplished and wonder thought you'll never tell a soul, 'Was I good enough?' and though you've thought about this a thousand different times on a thousand different nights just like this one, you know you'll never fund your answer.
So you grip the mug harder and stare at your reflection in the stale brown liquid and slosh it around, not feeling the resolve you wanted to feel.
So you sigh and wonder where the time went and think how long it's been since your happy childhood, when you didn't understand why you were fighting. 'Where did all the time go?' you ask yourself you wish you knew when fields of wildflowers turned to barren plains of war, when sunbeams turned to raining blood, when wooden toy swords turned to weapons of steel, poised to slit another's throat.
You want to scream and cry to the holy king above, 'Why do you forsake us so? Where did the sun go?' but you don't.
Instead you fight harder, cry harder and pull yourself farther and farther away from your warm memories of a childhood that you wish would never be forgotten.
You wonder what your mother would say if she could see her battle scarred daughter now and a sigh blows in your ear and the wind whispers, "Oh, little darling," each time you think of her and you're glad she doesn't know what's become of you.
You're glad she doesn't know how sad, angry, afraid and lonely you are and you don't want to think that maybe that's wrong.
So you beg and plead, deep inside you're weeping heart for the fighting to end.
And each day you regret more and more the day you began to push everyone away until there was no one left. No one to hold your hand, or to lend a shoulder when you needed to cry.
And you try so hard to pretend that it doesn't matter, that you don't care, that it doesn't kill you but you know you've fooled everyone but the one person you wanted to; yourself.
Then suddenly you aren't alone anymore and the bar isn't empty and your heart is tired of weeping. Because suddenly she's there, sitting next to you and with her she's brought the ghosts of the people who once upon a time meant something to you.
She smiles slyly, somehow knowing without knowing and you throw yourself into her arms almost knocking you both off her stool and you bury your face in the magenta hair draped over her shoulder and you're so, so tired of being strong so you cry and cry and a woman you no longer know but somehow never stopped loving holds you through it and your ghosts smile wistfully, knowing you've finally freed yourself, knowing that now you can live.
You pull away, your burden lifted and no longer hysterical.
She's smiling at you and you don't know why, you have forsaken her, like you have everyone who has even cared and yet she's still here. Then you notice the ghosts are gone yet she's still here and she's real and she cares.
She raises her mug, cat-like eyes glinting, "To life," she says.
You shake your head, "To living."
"Here comes the sun, Little Darling."
A/N: Review please! It would be much appreciated.
-Siers