Once Upon a Time
Summary: For almost every fairytale, it began with "Once upon a time." It is the key to an happy ending, yet for me, that phrase hold the seeds of destruction, terror, and doom.
Once Upon a Time...
For almost every fairytale, it began with "Once upon a time." I had never really heard of anything otherwise. It is the key to an happy ending, yet for me, that phrase hold the seeds of destruction, terror, and doom.
Once upon a time, we laughed together. Laughed away our troubles, laughed away our pain. It was a joy, a privilege to have heard that wonderful bubbling sound.
Once upon a time, we trusted one another. We would have fights about the smallest of things, the merest of variables, but we would snap back together like a rubber band, and all would be well again. We would've saved each other, and we knew exactly what each other was thinking of.
Once upon a time, we were the best of friends. We refused to be otherwise. You would help me, and I would learn from you. We raised each other into our positions, and we'd still be there. Looking after each others' backs, being there for each other.
Once upon a time, I hated you. I hated you for all that you did, that you refused to let me in. I hated you, that you would leave me behind, that you would treat me as a little sibling.
Once upon a time, we were living in a paradise on earth. Was not everything perfect? Did we not have our chance to build our golden future?
Once upon a time, I still cared. I still wanted to know what was happening with you, and how you were doing. I wanted---no, needed---to know that you were alright, because than that meant I can survive as well.
Once upon a time, you destroyed me. Betrayed me, and threw me in the deepest abyss, where I was left to rot behind, and to struggle slowly back to the top.
Once upon a time, you were still alive. Now you're just someone else that's gone, evaporated, forgotten. But you had the easy job, you just have to die. I have to keep on living. So is it really a punishment, a curse for you to die? Or should I say, once upon a time you were in turmoil, but you have finally found your peace through the embrace of an eternal sleep?
Once upon a time, I still believed in fairytales. Not those foolish princesses, but those happy endings. Once upon a time, I thought they would work out. But it was once upon a time.
For once upon a time has crushed me. Broken me into little pieces, and shattered my whole life.
But that is foolish. I was not privileged to have a happy ending. That is why, my tales is made up of broken dreams, dry tears, and only once upon a times.
...I loved you.
Author's Notes: Simply a little nugget in my brain that I had to get it out of myself. For I thought that it must be haunting to have all your dreams crushed, and in a way it fits the direction of BLEACH (if it is ever permitted to have a tragic ending). This setting of course, is post-Winter War and it's of a survivor's voice. Just a little something to contribute to the loss, and the high price to pay for violence. I may expand on this if I ever find the energy (or the inspriation) to continue. And if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to contribute them. I would love to hear them. But for now, it would remain a tiny little work that I have hastily written to retain the thoughts in my head.
Hope you liked it, and please review, minna-san! Until next time!