Empty
He had saved you before. Several times.
The first time, he had filled your empty stomach. This time your belly is full with sake and your head is full with questions. Something else is missing. Because you feel like a murky hole is opening up
In
your
heart.
Now you need him to save you again.
From the invasive emptiness he left you with… it is spreading, forming a dam at your throat, threatening to spill from your mouth in a gush of liquid gray. And you fear if you speak it just might and then everyone will know of the little piece of darkness he placed inside of you. Yes, you are pretty sure.
He is the only one who can save you. You tell yourself that if he saves you this one time, you will never need him again. You don't believe yourself. Not one bit.
You remember the bathhouse. When you were young and naïve. When he rose with a smile, and walked away as if nothing had happened… And you watched his figure fade away in the steam. You didn't and still don't know what to do with yourself.
He has a habit of leaving you at the most inconvenient times. And every time he does, you find that piece of darkness growing a little bit more. If he doesn't come back to you soon, you fear the emptiness will consume you entirely, and then nothing will be left but the darkness.
If you knew him, you would guess that was his plan all along. But after all these years, you still can't read him. So you hope that what you saw on his face when he turned and looked at you was regret. And you hope that sorry was for real.
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AN: Aww, I love GinxRan… I hope this wasn't too unoriginal… I think I wrote it in second person because I was reading Road to Somewhere by uhh Empatheia. . Sorry… bleh. Okay, well, you should go read that 'cause it's good :D And of course, Bleach doesn't belong to me (I actually remembered to write that this time!)
