Not sad, not fluff ... just something that might make you smile.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.
Letting Go
She would never do it, she always tells herself. She would never touch that rope and grab a hold of it with her two small hands. She would never jump from that amazing height and fall into the beautiful, sparkling water. She would never do that, because she's afraid.
She really is. She watches them do it, though. They do it without a thought, but he does it most easily of all. His orange hair is shining in the sunlight as he grabs the rope with his strong capable hands and walks a few feet back before running and jumping off of the cliff, letting himself fly forward several feet before letting go and dropping into the water twenty feet below him. He breaks into the water perfectly and she holds her breath until he comes up; she's afraid that one day he will never resurface.
But he always does. He comes up, spitting water out of his mouth and smirking in his boyish way. She always smiles, and she doesn't know why. But whenever he comes up, he always looks straight into her eyes, and that is what makes her smile. It's as if he knows she worries until he comes back up. It's as if he knows what she's afraid of.
And one day, she almost jumped. She was standing on the cliff, him beside her, and she was holding the rope. Her pale skin was shimmering in the sunlight as her light purple two-piece swimsuit hugged her body gently.
"Just jump," he said gently, placing his hand over hers. She shook her head, biting her soft pink lip.
"I can't."
And it's the truth. She can't because she's afraid.
"Next time, then."
They come often. She comes with his family and sometimes their friends, but they always come. Every summers end, she always cries because she couldn't do it, and she's afraid that she'll never get another chance. She doesn't know why it means so much to her ... it just does.
And this is the last time.
She stands on the cliff's edge, the rope gripped tightly in her hands. He's standing beside her and the sun is beginning to go down. The beautiful colors cast from the sunset are painting the sky in reds and oranges, and he walks over and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"This is the last time. Please, do it. For me?"
"Will you catch me if I fall?"
He smiled.
"Yeah. I will. I promise."
She's still wearing the same swimsuit. After years and years, she still wears it. It fits her small body perfectly and clings to her skin gently without it being tight. And, like everything else, it's perfect.
And she lets go and fall into the water. Her body creates a small splash in the beautiful ripple caused by the wind, and he smiles from his spot above her.
She had let go.
Hmm ... this came from a book my sister read. I forget the name, but I think it was called Loosing Forever. Anyway, the idea of the jumping rope came from that. But I came up with everything else; hope you like!
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