...chest until it was raw and bleeding. I used my anger, jealousy, and thrice-damned lust to try and rip out his beautiful heart. I dug so deep inside of him-deeper than anyone else could ever touch-but when I didn't succeed, what did he do?
He just smiled and gave it to me-trusting that I would do it no harm. I held his heart in my hand for awhile, as if I might keep it safe...but I didn't. I crushed it. I destroyed it.
I destroyed him.
All the things I should've said that I never said...all the things I should have done that I never did...all the things I should've given but I didn't.
If only I had those moments back...
Rukia walked lifelessly away from the door, stopped in the middle of the room and sank to the floor. She drew her knees up to her chest and rocked herself while Ran prattled on about anything and everything except what happened.
She stared at the settee he'd so beautifully occupied. If she closed her eyes, she could still see him there...but he wasn't there. He was gone.
She wanted to get up off this floor and run to him. She wanted to beg him to come back, to forgive her...but she couldn't. She'd already done too much and hurt him too badly.
Rukia was so lost in thought that at first, she didn't notice the aroma slowly...