Oh hello! le. papillon. blanc. here. I'll just like to say thank you for tuning in to my first (and most likely only) oneshot collection!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own bleach, but in my dreams I do! However if I did, then I would be very rich and I would decide to collect random objects and not work for the rest of my life. :p
Ichigo's gaze fixed on the desk next to his.
Rukia's desk.
It was empty; its previous inhabitant no longer there.
The desk seemed to call out to him, yearning for its owner, its silent cries unheard by anyone except the strawberry-blonde.
Ichigo understood how it felt: it was truly miserable being alone.
Again.
Disappointment and guilt weighed down on him. He, Ichigo Kurosaki, had failed.
Again.
He had to win.
And Rukia, even though she was annoying, even though she called him a fool, even though she told him not to follow her, she had burrowed herself into his heart, and was special.
And having lost someone special already, he couldn't afford to lose another one.
His brow furrowing, Ichigo turned his head, his heart laden with previously unknown feelings.
The saying was true.
Only when someone is gone, do you truly realise how much he or she means to you.
Thanks for reading! Please review if you have time! (I won't force you but if you don't then a pile of books will be heading your way (to your head). Sorry - only joking!
.blanc.