The usual empty feeling protruded my heart as I dipped my feet into the cool water. The once blue sky had melted into an arrange of pink, orange, yellow and lavender.
I remember that time you took me here crystal clear, Ichigo. I had never been to the sea shore and you dragged me down here that one hot, summer day.
I jumped to the shore because the sand was flaming hot from the afternoon sun. I stepped over the sea weed, which grossed me out, and felt the cool, salty water brush over my feet.
"Wimp," Ichigo said as he walked up to me. I took no hesitation in giving him what he deserved—a punch in the shoulder.
He gripped his shoulder and I laughed, looking at the cloudless sky. It was like a moment in heaven.
But Ichigo died a month ago--one whole month ago--on this very date. So here I am, sitting all alone, watching the sea. It just doesn't make sense. I still can't keep myself from crying even though all this time has passed. Nii-sama would be ashamed of me.
I watched the sun sink bellow the calm waves and day turn into night. I felt the darkness envelop me and I knew, right there, I was alone. So I continued to sit there on the wet sand, where him and I wrote our names in the sand—for what seemed so long ago.
I looked up at the night sky. The moon shone and I counted the few stars—one, two, three, and four. I felt hot tears form in my eyes. I couldn't cry—I wouldn't. But instead of the continuing waves rushing onto the shore, my tears fell onto it.
I miss you, Ichigo.