I do not own bleach. If I did there would be a lot more drama.
I still see her face when I close my eyes. I can smell her scent in my sheets decades after her absence. I still reach out to the air hoping for the addictive sensation of a warm body. How unfair. She didn't even leave me anything to remember her. How selfish. Leaving me here all on my own with only my duty to comfort me and a ghost to haunt me. To torment me so I can be reminded everyday of your absence. How cruel you were. I still cling to the last words you left me like my last breath. Gasping for air, I re-live that moment in my dreams as that promise changes me to my core. I did it. I kept my promise and now all I have left is my pride to keep me warm at night and my heart beating. There will never be another. I won't allow it. It's impossible to replace what we had, what we lost. I would fight the world to have one more day with you. But I will gladly cling to the last moment I had with you as the life faded from your eyes. I watched the days before us disappear but the ones we shared are still there, written in stone. So here I sit at her gravestone on my knees like I did as I sit by her side listening to her shallow breath until the last one faded away. I smell the lit incents and feel disgusted because they are a failed attempt to replicate her intoxicating scent. My head is bent, my eyes are closed as I try to listen to a heartbeat that will never come back. I can't help and feel that I could have done something different to make the moments last longer. The regret cuts me like no blade could ever hope to. My fingers flex in a sad attempt to touch something, anything but they curl back up in a failed attempt. Can people hear it? The sound of something breaking. I can hear it every day. I have heard it every day that she has been gone.
I tried to hold her like a cherry blossom in my hand until the wind blew her away.
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