Because what was happening infront of me was a dream. My jantung had suddenly a voice of it's own. I wanted to yell to let her go but the words were not mine to tell. He put his pale white skined hand on Orihime's shoulder. I gritted my teeth when I realized who it was. I blinked several times to clear my vision. The figure was joined oleh another figure. The blood on my forehead had fled down to my eyes making my vision a blur. I wanted to let my knees give away and the blood on my hands to bleed forever. All the days I remember spending my childhood with her flashed through my mind. I remember trying to comfort her and her sad zamrud, emerald green eyes had been thankful. The hari I first met Orihime in the park when she had hurt herself while rollarskating and I remember helping her to her feet and wiping her tears away, the hari Orihime and I started going to the same school, we had only been six back then, the hari Orihime lost her only family and she had cried her eyes out. ".because Ichigo Kurasaki, I loved you." Image after image had flashed through my mind. I had always wanted to return the favour oleh saving anda when anda were in trouble." I remembered opening my mouth to say that wasn't necessary when her selanjutnya words hit me like a ton of bricks. anda were what kept me erect all these days. "I couldn't stand up for myself when needed. Her jeruk, orange hair was fluttering through the little breeze which blew. Even before anda met Rukia and before anda became a soul reaper." I had stared at her blankly. Her zamrud, emerald eyes had been flooded with tears. Until Rukia came into my life and until the event of my trip to 'florida'. Rukia believed that I had power in me even before she gave me her power of a soul reaper. No one had thought that I, Ichigo Kurasaki would ever fall in cinta with anyone. Rukia Kuchiki! The name blew through my mind like a whirlwind. To pay my mom's death deed and for 'her'. Every time my zompakdo goes through one of them it feels like I'm collecting the little pieces. Let's just say they are good souls gone bad.
Those sick creatures make me wanna slice them into pieces. I had blamed myself for her death but this soul reaper thing had made me think otherewise. I could hear my dad crying and yelling his heads off. No! Scolding myself to be less desperate I hurried out of the door. I started toward the closet but stopped myself. The door was closed and there was no sound coming from it. I shrugged thinking that it would be okay to be late again. Soul reaper atau no soul reaper I had to still follow the education steps to blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. ICHIGO KURASAKI vs ULQUIORRA SCHIFFER part 1Īh, hell.
0 kommentar(er)
