The missing part of my heart

by yagami rin

Rukia and Ichigo had a silent agreement, everytime they met they would give each other something precious to them, as a promise to meet again and give it back. But was it the object the only thing they wanted to recover?

Authors note. This is my fist fic and I'd love some reviews so tell me if is horrible or not that bad

Rukia's pov

It was a sunny afternoon, not even one cloud in the sky, birds singing as I felt my heart peaceful, my heart was swollen and I couldn't breathe but it was such a pleasant feeling, I saw the man next to me and smiled to myself, he looked so cold, never looking in my eyes, avoiding them almost with the fear it would kill him. But in the dept of his honey eyes, I could see that he had the same fears as mine.

We just kept walking, talking about non important things, just enjoying each other presence; I was enjoying the sound of his laugh, of his voice, even his ridiculous hair that I was beginning to forget, holding in each detail with devotion, as I knew I would be long without them.

We tried not to talk about before, neither after, because we wouldn't be able to stand it, we could barely keep our pain to ourselves, and one word would finish with the spell and bring us to the horrible reality, the long time we didn't see each other, the possibility it maybe was the last time we were together, we knew it was consuming us, but maybe, just a part of us wished the time would stop and leave us to be happy, we waited for a miracle neither of us believed in.

I was deep in my thoughts when I felt myself being pushed and I saw a car almost killed me, and I felt a pair of arms around my waist holding me tightly and I saw him standing behind me, with the face down and not letting me go. We stayed like that, maybe a few minutes, maybe until the end of times, I'm not sure, but I didn't care, as long it was him. We enjoyed our closeness, being the first time he was so close to me, and it was enough since I knew we couldn't have more.

The sky was turning black, and the moment I dreaded the most was approaching fast, then I hold his head and looked into his eyes, full of pain as mine, and I took his hand, giving him one of my most precious possessions, like always, as I silent promise we would meet again, with the excuse of returning the object, with the hope of getting back our hearts.