NATALIA KILLS Heaven

Got my space suit on
Gonna blast off
Take a vacation to where you are
Hoping heaven ain't all that far
You passed me by on a shooting star
Cause I wish so bad
One last chance
Take me back to the photograph
I close my eyes and I feel you laughter
But all I got is a frame and a glasses
Selfishness?
Should've made a room for the both of us
Loneliness
I'm not lost but I've got no direction
Parachute gone and I'm falling fast
My heart stopped but I'm still breathing
So numb but still I'm feeling
The less I look
The more I'm seeing
I just lost my hero

All credit of the above words goes to the artist just using it as muse to write this story and again I don't own bleach , hey it's fan fiction.:)

(16 November 1835) black and white photograph.. Give my life for 1 last time with you.

The Halley comets pass her by while her grey eyes wishing he would appear right before her, wishing so bad that he will come back into her arms, wishing his mischievous brown eyes would accompany with that ever knowing smirk, always teasing her. she open her eyes only to realize that wishing upon a falling star would never bring the dead back.

"My love? are you happy wherever you are? Well I'm right here, waiting for you actually… we have a very big and beautiful house right here…" she paused while sighing sadly to herself... "

I just tuned your piano earlier today… wish you were there to hear my new music that I compose.." her grey eyes fell down on her small waist as it were accentuated with a wide red belt, her corset gores cups her breast individually, while her round full skirt fell on the wet grass that were were soaked up by the rain that came earlier in the afternoon, her corkscrew curls at both sides of her head falls around her round face as she fiddles with the pleats of her black mourning dress, 3 years went by after that winter that took him away from her life forever.

The villagers mourn for the loss of their young Lord, their love story were forever on their lips as the story travels from the next town to the big city of London. The orange hair women slowly adjust the height of the telescope towards the sky, while a grainy black and white photograph were resting in the nearby table the charts and graphs of the universe held down by several pieces of stones fearing even a gentle breeze would take away her precious things that he left to her .

Her husband's butler stands at the other end of the big space of the land; his green eyes never waver from her spot while his emotionless face gave no way whether he is mourning or feeling troublesome caring his former industrialist wife. He still took care of the steel industry business from his late master ever efficient in his way of handling the documents and navigating a new deal to continue the dream of his late young lord. Marrying a princess from a small country instead of following the plan to marry a Count's daughter who has higher monetary profit for his fallen castle, But in the end love wins when he set his eyes on the princess.

Who has a peculiar orange hair from faraway country travelling thousands of miles away from America to London setting himself to find a rich heiress /bride, falling in love with her was never what the butler agree his master would calculate, they were married quickly in the euphoria of love, his brown eyes never shine so bright like the star when the day he , himself the butler became the witness to their marriage though he warn the master that it was frivolous and stupid to throw his careful plans away, he still remember when the day his young master told him to invest in the steel industry , the princess told him that it will be a big new wave for America to be in the future of the railway stations.

"My love, my relatives send me a telegram again telling me to go back to my country, they say it's demeaning for a widow to live here all alone and letting a women works in the man's industry" her eyes never stray away from the stars above, while a sudden gust of wind rattles the things at the table as she quickly ran to grab the photograph clutching it tightly into her chest,

"NO NO! You have already took him away from me", her grey eyes gave a tear to her pale cheeks, she went to the table to finger his monocle, her lips gave a sad smile when she remember the day he wore it around her clearly comfortable to show his eyesight were not as perfect as the rest of him.

"OH… "She gasps as her face gave a mischievous grin looking at him poring over the paperwork with his butler in the study. "What is it my dear?"he lift his face to see her, his brown eyes gave a quizzing look while his rich dark brown hair were lit by the sunset , it was in a mess as he couldn't bother to comb like any normal man, he prefer to comb it back with his hand giving it a devil-may–care look.

"You look like an Old young man" she giggles to him as she went to stand beside him looking at the contract and investments papers sprawls out across the big mahogany table, with a flick of his hand he dismiss his butler while he quickly grabs her waist to make her sit in his lap, she squeal in surprise and willingly let him kiss her till the sun sets and the room turn dark only to be lit by the candles.

Orihime grey eyes went wide open when she force the dream to end, she fears to see the ending with him, for all she knows in that life he was dead and her chest is hurting so bad right now as if he really is dead, when in this situation right now she couldn't care less and hope that he's dead so that soul society and the world could be in peace without his diabolical evil plan to become god.

She turn her head to another side seeing her clothes were laid out in the nearby white couch, she sighs to herself to get an idea how to get out from this predicament she has unwillingly landed. She wonders does she have the skills and maturity to manipulate either grimmjaw or that damn lord aizen while punching the pillow to make it fluffier as if it could never be more perfect like him.