Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
We Have Died Along The Way
Prompt: Grow Apart...
A/N: For "Kill Your OTP" on LJ.
"This isn't working."
Of course, it wasn't. It was all so damn critical now. Incoherent words manifested as malice, creating discord. It felt very much like trying to light a flame with a wet match: The stupid thing just refused to catch, to give off that warmth and light that was needed.
To hell with trying to find the rest of the matches. They'd been kicked into the snow as the path wore on.
Still, where did it all go? It seemed that everything, namely that spoken word, had just vanished, almost as if it had dropped right out of the air. But it was to be expected given the rather tense atmosphere that had settled in over the last few weeks. Like a brewing storm. Perhaps it had started as just boredom, on both ends, only to shift into something that had decided to rear its ugly head. Nothing short of animosity.
For her, it had gradually become disappointment; her hopes of anything better having been scattered on the ground, one little piece at a time. Now, she could see the fragments laid out before her, most of them having grown dark. After a time of watching them, it seemed that the little flecks of light had fizzled out, leaving no hope. A sad thing, to devote oneself to something that fades away.
Still it lingered, like the memory of roses dying in the winter season.