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?
