To say that I am mildly depressed is an understatement. I was writing this chapter when the web page decided to 'expire'. Meaning that everything that I had written vansished...because-of course- i didn't save it. Meaning I had to re-write it. -grumble grumble-
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach. Though I do own bleach. At least, I think I own bleach...might be hiding somewhere in the basement...
Waiting
For the crowd to calm down. I clear my throat
as Sado begins the intro to the song.
She had left after making seeing me.
And he went to follow her. Unlike me.
"Waiting for your, call I'm sick,
call I'm angry, call I'm desperate for your voice,
listening, to the songs we used to sing,
in the car, you remember?
Butterfly, early summer, playing on repeat,
just like when we would meet.
Like when we would meet."
I let the lyrics flow off my tongue,
as the noise level in the room begins to die down.
Several couples step onto the dance floor and begin to sway.
But I only have eyes for her.
The girl who is sitting beside the orange-haired boy.
"I was born, to tell you
'I love you'. And I am torn,
to do what I have to. To make you mine,
stay with me tonight."
As I sing, I feel a strange prickling feeling.
From my eyes and down my cheeks.
A weight on my head.
A hollowness in my throat.
The feeling of a sword at my waist.
Yes. He is here.
"Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh.
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me,
flesh to flesh. Cause every breath that you will take,
when you are sitting next to me,
will bring life into my deepest hopes,
what's your fantasy?"
Ulquiorra. He who cries. El que llora.
I can feel his regret. Of what could have been.
The future that they could've shared.
Where they would've been at peace. Where
they wouldn't have been judged.
A future that he wanted so badly,
but never dared to show the world.
"And I'm tired, of being all alone, and this
solitary moment makes me want to come
back home. And I'm tired, of being
all alone, and this solitary moment
makes me want to come back home..."
She can see it. I know she can.
Who I am. Who he is. What he wanted for them.
She can see it, but that doesn't mean that she's ready
to acknowlege it. She breaks eye-contact with me, and stares
down at her lap. No. Even I can tell. She's not fully healed.
She not ready to forget. Not ready to embrace.
Not ready to dream.
And it kills him-us inside because we know that we cannot help her.
"And I'm tired, of being all alone, and this
solitary moment makes me want to come
back home. And I'm tired, of being
all alone, and this solitary moment
makes me want to come back home..."
We watch as Kurosaki pats her on the head,
and ruffles her hair, somewhat awkwardly.
And as much as he hates to admit it,
he knows that she will be happy with him.
That eventually she might heal.
That she'll be able to forget. She'll be able to embrace.
She'll be able to dream.
Even though it'll be with out either of us.
But she'll be happy. And that's all that matters.
"Cause I was born, to tell you
'I love you'. And I am torn, to do what I have to.
To make you mine, stay with me tonight.
Cause I was born, to tell you
'I love you'. And I am torn, to do what I have to.
To make you mine stay with me tonight."
The last notes of the song are played,
and slowly everything becomes still.
There is a silence, and I see her smile
at Kurosaki. It's like a knife in Ulquiorra's chest,
but he knows that it's for the best.
She looks up at us, and there's something there in her eyes.
Something that wasn't there before.
And I know that she's ready. That she'll be able to listen.
"It's your call..." I whisper.
Ehhhhhhh...what do you thinks?
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