Countless days,

Countless nights,

She wondered,

She cried,

She screamed.

She always thought,

How could,

She have ever been,

So, damned, stupid,

So blind?

Rangiku buried her face in her hands, unable to bear it any longer.

Once upon a time,

She might have thought,

That she knew

Him well-

Better than anyone else

Turns out,

She was wrong,

Oh so wrong,

And stupid and blind,

To have thought that.

The rain pounded on the rooftops, clink, clink, clink, reminding her of times in the cottage where they grew up together. So much for "forever".

How long

Has she been lying here,

Lost and alone,

Empty and abandoned,

Pained and broken?

Blood soaked hands,

A rusted blade,

Countless tears,

Countless days,

Countless nights.

Where was he when she needed him? Why couldn't he see that she needed him? How could he leave her to die, heartbroken and vacant?

It felt as if

Most of her life

Has been wasted

Waiting, worrying, hoping,

For someone who cared not.

The betrayal

Was evident

In his every

Movement

Love is blind.

The door opened, and a child stepped through. He knew immediately what was wrong. How many nights had he caught her working beyond her limits and breaking in the middle of the night, causing him to wake from nightmares? How many nights had they suffered out the darkest hours together?

Countless nights

And countless days

Passed in a blur

Of pain, of war, of fighting

That made no sense at all.

They always say

The night is darkest

Before the dawn, but,

She could see

No upcoming light.

He could not recall. Nevertheless…

How many years

Had she given in

Not knowing

The truth

That he just used her?

How many times

Had she fretted

And suffered

All because

Of him and her lost sight?

He moved closer to his lieutenant, and she stopped crying to hold out her arms. He climbed onto her lap, and she buried her face into his white hair. "I miss him, Captain," she whispered, "As shameful as it is, I miss that back-stabbing-son-of-a-bitch. So, so much." And the tears poured endlessly.

She was always giving

Into her emotions,

Prone to heartbreak,

Over and over,

She allowed the fall.

It seemed like

She could not

Get over him

No matter

What she tried.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you need comfort. I'm sorry this happened. I'm sorry it turned out this way. I'm sorry you can't break free. I'm sorry the world is against us. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Countless nights.

Countless days.

Countless tears.

Countless breaks.

Countless drops.

Countless

Countless…

All of it…

Every single thing…

Gone…

Wasted.


I'm pleased with this one, though the thing I had originally had in mind was nothing like it. I suppose that just proves that the keyboard and my fingers know what they're doing, huh?