I finally had time or inspiration or something…to write another one. Comments welcome.
Until We Meet
She had thought it was going to be harder than it actually was.
Letting him go…and knowing that she wasn't going with him.
Because she couldn't.
That much had been decided, long ago when she allowed herself to even imagine coming out of the ordeal alive. Could she go back with him? Of course. She realized that there could be no question about it. If it was Ichigo, if he did succeed, if he came out of everything alive and by chance she was alive too –she could go back.
But she didn't want to. Not that way.
She wanted to wait until she could become stronger, and that was a solution she could live with. To wait.
But there were things that could not be waited for. Like letting him know how grateful she was. Although she had said she would never thank him, she couldn't let him leave without knowing how much it meant. It would be alright. She would be alright. Thanks to him.
His last night in her world…
It was the least she could do, to share her body with him. After everything…she just wanted him to be happy.
So it was a surprise, (and then, not much of one), when she found that it hadn't been that hard to say goodbye after all. She had given him a piece of herself and when she was ready –when she was strong enough— she'd give him the rest.
The moment when he turned his back on her and left came, and all she could hear or think or feel was the echo of those words 'until we meet again.'
And when this 'again' happens, she thought with a smile, he won't greet her with a kick to the head.
I'll give myself my own comments: weird, ne? Where did that come from?