Disclaimer: Bleach is Kubo Tite's work. Borrowing.
Breathe
September 1: Here we are
13:57 090105
She would stay here, she said, and the world inside, the one where it used to always rain, held its breath. Still as death, even its winds stilled their blowing, the particles that comprised them—--dreams, musings, and notions—--suspended in midair, motionless. All attention was fixed on the outside.
It was the silence before the proverbial storm. The rain would spatter again on the convoluted gray, languidly beginning as a lonely drizzle.
He wanted her to be able to go home. Of course, that was why he wanted to save her so badly. But there was more, the inner world whispered beneath his consciousness. With her life now her own, he was expiated of some guilt over his mother's passing. It was like that, wasn't it? He owed her more than ever. Giving back her life included giving back her home. And well, hadn't they all been assuming that her home was with them? Because to them she was part of home?
The moment passed on. Whatever was supposed to happen at that instance, that fragment of indivisible time, had already happened. And whatever had not...
There would be another time, another place. Then, there they would be.
The sunshine held, and the world breathed again
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