Literature
Lover
I wish there was a moon out there, sending its milky rays of light down to guide my way through the dark maelstrom of rain pouring down on me.
My sight is blurred as I run like I've never ran in my life before following the violet gleam right in front of me. Its wings flutter a weightless path, uncaring of the storm howling around us, but with a clear aim in its mind. Raindrops create a pearly hue around him, and he is the beacon I follow so desperately. My clothes cling to my skin uncomfortably, but I'm only dimly aware of this. I need to be faster.
"Hurry, Ishida!"
Rukia's stern voice is ringing in my ears.
"I need yo