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They took him away on the stretcher. His body hidden by a white sheet. I felt the life leave my heart. My veins empty at the sight. Such a grim visual. I'll never forget. Oh, how I miss you.
Memory, like a canvas or photograph, it captures moments. The art of life in a single frame; heart throbs and aches, passions and actions. It is something you can never erase, even if it may be a glimpse, a second. Even if you fail to recall the exact details, it will always be with you.
In one fell swoop it is all gone, an entire outlet of creativity abdonded. Forsaken. What will you do now, when you have nothing else? Pages upon pages wasted. Useless. Inkless pens and leadless pencils. What ever will you do with your precious time? You could not possibly carry one with such a dull life. No art nor passion. What a horrible way to carry on.
“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama'el couldn't remember all the "nicknames" the little girl gave the people she met. It was as if she knew everyone in the Seireitei. She was out of breath from all the running around by end of it.
“Hey! I’ve never seen you before!” The pink-haired girl chirped loudly as she pointed her tiny finger at the person in front of her. The woman looked down at the child, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty, “I’m new.” Her voice had a thick accent the little one didn’t recognize. She laughed obnoxiously, “You talk funny! What’s your name?” The black-haired woman scratched her head nervously and answered, “Sama’el.” “Sammy!” the child clapped her hands together in delight. “It’s Sama’el…” she repeated, unsure if the girl had heard her correctly. “Come on, Sammy,” the little one grabbed the woman’s hand and started pulling her in the other direction, “I’m gonna’ introduce you to everyone I know!” Sama’el was surprised by how strong the child was.
Every single Soul Reaper the two passed, the girl showed off her new and strange friend. Sama'el couldn't remember all the "nicknames" the little girl gave the people she met. It was as if she knew everyone in the Seireitei.