Fanfiction: Nowhere Near
Title: Nowhere Near
Genre: Angst
Characters/Pairings: IchiRuki. Rukia's personal point of view narrated in second person.
Rating: K
Word Count: 378
Unknown to Ichigo, Rukia did come to Karakura,once. That was when she decided that staying away is the easier option.
Nowhere Near
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inspired by Trading Yesterday's Love Song Requiem, here
"The future haunts with memories that I could never have
And hope is just a stranger wondering how it got so bad
I die each time you look away
My heart, my life will never be the same"
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He’s coming your way. You find yourself unable to move. His fazed expression locked on the grey concrete flatland beneath you. You held your breath.
Look up.
His hands secured safely inside his grey school trousers, back slightly hunched with his lazy and relaxed posture that you are so familiar with. You remained still, still as a dead body, afraid of creating a sudden movement, a sudden outburst of sound. Or are you?
Look up.
You sense something different, something lacking as he came nearer, his downcast eyes which usually brims with willpower and strength is dull, precious amber which lost its glow. You wonder why, you already suspected why and it takes all your willpower not to charge ahead, hit him silly on the head and tell him to get his act together.
Look up.
You realized you never released the breath you held. You never felt the need to relinquish the suffocation in your chest in the first place as it masks the stifled pain the situation between you and him inflicts. The distance between you could be counted in centimeters now. He lifted his head and you find it much more difficult to breathe. Your eyes found his and an electrifying sensation ran through your body.
Look at me.
You kept your gaze locked to his, hoping, begging. His eyes never faltered from your path but neither does he show recognition towards you. You hope, you hope to dear God for a miracle, your miracle.
Look at me.
He passed by you. He passed by you, his right arm barely brushing yours. He walked by, acting as if nothing was within his sight proximity and to him, there was nothing. Nothing but the never-ending street under the looming evening sky. Nothing but an empty road and you’re a child’s imagination.
His footsteps faded as he walked on.
Your downcast eyes are dry as you’re left in solitude and it felt so wrong. The heaviness within your chest escalates. You realized that the inevitable is still the inevitable. He moved on and you should too. You realized how vivid the line between you two is drawn now and you don’t know how to go about crossing it gracefully.
So you decided not to.
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Look at me, won't you look at me?