Byakuya
Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
He had loved her so much. Byakuya wasn't quite sure how it had even happened. He had been raised a proper noble son, been entirely perfect. The moment he met her, however, he would have given it all up in a second.
She had been so independant, so sure of herself. It wasn't something he was used to--not haven't to cloud over someone, to be their support.
But she never used her crutch. He went out of his way, something a man of his standards rarely had to do, in order to pursue her. Something seemed to be keeping her away from him.
Then finally he won her. It was a blissful memory, the day he took her to be his wife. Even as she seemed distant, he couldn't help but feel prideful. Hisana was his, no one elses.
As always, the smile never lasted long. Those years were a fraction of a shinigami's lifespan, and to have her taken away was so cruel.
That didn't stop her from always flooding into his mind. The regret that he hadn't been with her on her search for Rukia. What sort of man was he, to allow the sole person he loved to wander alone? He should have been by her side. This ate away at his soul every night.
But even now, sometimes he thought he could feel her. A small presence, as if she was watching him. What he'd give to see her smile again, but she always hid herself away in the shadows, her spirit taunting him.
Sometimes he thought he could hear her, a tiny whisper in his ear telling him how much she loved him, how she waited for him.
And for once he wanted to be the one that could have taken that fall for her. To take her tiny hand in his and lead her back to him. To show her just how much he loved her.
But all he had now was his empty life, empty heart, and the empty bed beside him.
Til the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses
So all that's left is our little Hitsugaya, unless I decide to add in some more characters later on without the aid of lyrics. R/R!
