Better Days
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A Renji Abarai Drabble
-Bleach-
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Original Plot by: Stellar Garden
Bleach is owned by: Tite Kubo
And you asked me what I want this year
and I try to make this kind and clear
…
"I want to have…better days."
Her eyes—orbs of materialized suffering—showed more than they should have. There was no sense in it; how one can see emotions through the eyes. It must be the lighting. Or the color of the irises. The shape, maybe.
But definitely not the emotion. Because not even the soul can be seen in her eyes.
So take these words and sing out loud
She wasn't really human (she was always something more—and less). Disease-eaten and weak; fueled by lucrative, but extremely empty, encouragements.
Renji understood her. He felt her plea (touched its grubby consistency). He heard her dreams (seen its light shadows).
He understood her because he went through the same ordeals back in his Rukongai days. Back when scarcity was abundant everywhere, from the unfertile soil to his growling stomach. The only difference was that, her suffering was melted into her bone. His was deep into the soul.
And as same as he was, she was stubborn (as hell). She kept on choosing life. She keeps on fighting.
The strange thing was, she refused to take her medicine.
'cause everyone is forgiven now
…
Better days—the same wish for all of the deprived. The same, impossible wish.
"How about you? What do you want?" the question was innocent, but it mocked him. Like salt sprinkled over rotten wounds.
Wasn't the answer obvious? He only wanted one thing—for the moment, for her at least.
Looking at her pale, thin hands, he spoke, "I want you to take your medicine."
'cause tonight's the night the world begins again
…
—x—
Better Days
By:
Goo Goo Dolls
[.End.]
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