Starr: I own nothing. The version of the song that I listened to was Charice's. (It's amazing, you really should listen to it if you haven't already!)
Rukia ran her hand across the dusty, old desk. She remembered sitting here many years ago, around this time of year; writing letters to that man that so many children looked up to. She pulled open the drawer, third from the top; she was surprised to find the same stationery that her brother bought her. It was the last piece, she laughed softly to herself; it was fitting as this would be her last wish.
Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
She began with the two words that would have, before, brought a smile to her face: Dear Santa.
Hello, it's been a while hasn't it? I can't remember the last time I wrote to you.
She smiled again.
Well I'm all grown up now
Can you still help somehow?
I'm not a child but my heart still can dream
I haven't asked you for anything in a long time, but here I am, writing to you once again. I've done a lot of growing up since then. Where should I begin? I met a wonderful man. He could brighten my day, just like you could. After many failed attempts he asked me to go out with him. I agreed. Our first date was terrible, but we went out again.
His chocolate brown eyes flashed through her mind. Her eyes began to water.
We got pretty serious, after we graduated college he asked for my hand in marriage. I agreed.
He had a sort of 'protection' complex. So when he asked if he could join the army I wasn't surprised. I agreed.
Before leaving, he asked me to never forget him, just in case. I agreed.
As he got on the truck that would take him from me, he told me to write every day. I agreed.
Right before it drove off he told me to never stop loving him. I agreed.
I think about it now and ask myself how stupid I could have been? I knew that he'd do whatever it took to keep his comrades safe, even if it put his life in risk.
She let out a sob she didn't realize she was holding in.
The idiot.
A tear drop landed on the paper.
And so because after this, I won't have any other wishes. This will be my last letter to you.
So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas List
Not for myself
But for a world in need
No more lives torn apart
Please don't let anyone else's life end up like mine. Don't let life tear apart anymore family's
That wars will never start
Please end the wars that cause so much bloodshed.
And time will heal our hearts
Please let those who have lost someone heal.
And every man will have a friend
Please let no one be alone.
And every man will have a friend
Please let the righteous always come out on top.
And love will never end
And please let my love for him never end.
This is my last wish, my grown up Christmas list.
Love always,
Rukia Kuchiki
This is my grown up Christmas list
Rukia walked up to his casket and brushed his orange hair back softly. She kneeled next to him.
"I love you." And with that she placed the sealed envelope in his hands. Simply addressed
Santa Claus
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas List
Starr: Hey! Sorry if that was kinda depressing :| but I just really needed to write something! I've been having some serious writers block on my story Black Ice and just needed to write something! So that's where this short little story came from :). And I'm really, really sorry I haven't updated Black Ice in such a LONG time! School + Writers block = HELL. But hey if anything this really proves that I'm alive!
