I won't admit that my 'goat-faced ' oyajii is a formidable man. Nor that he is an admirable figure. But, i can acknowledge some good things about him:
The sacrifice he made for my Mother.
His unwavering courage to give up everything he had.
I was lucky for inheriting that kind of trait from him.
But, it's the old me.
I'm no longer enough to protect anyone, let alone myself.
I'm weak. I barely have any reaitsu to switch my shinigami mode on.
I can't save a fuckin' life .
It sucks, and i know that.
But, that's not what bugging me, that haunts me everynight i took my sleep.
I can't meet him anymore.
I'm not strong enough to have a friggin' spar with him.
I'm not fuckin' worth to him, not like i'm worth to begin with.
But, my soul cravin' for him.
Yearnin' for him.
And longin' for him.
' Hey, Byakuya. Is it a sin for us to in love with each other ?'
I can't hear anything, than a gust of wind from my window.
A slip of tears breaks from my eyes.
'I'm such a weaklings...' i whispered to myself and broke.
Oh kami, how i hope this kind of nightmare will ended ...
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Outlaws of Love
Fanfiction'Everywhere we go we're looking for the sun Nowhere to grow old, we're always on the run They say we'll rot in Hell, but I don't think we will They've branded us enough outlaws of love.' They're on the verge of sorrow. Why can anyone understand ? Th...
