a little short that would have been in my fanfic "break me" if i had kept the orginal idea.
also i wrote this listening to La Roux "Cover My Eyes" as you can clearly tell by the lyrics used. remember: this was just the orginal outline plan. :/
She stared into his blue eyes and he grinned sadistically.
I put my hands to my face as he leaned down to kiss her. I couldn't watch them. Turning I walked down the empty hallways of Las Noches sighing as I went.
“Would you hold me please?”
I said it no one as I walked down the hallway. I heard them coming and ducked behind a pillar. As they passed I covered my eyes. But not fast enough to block her perfect body. She had long flowing blond hair. She had no mask, with a beautiful arrancar dress.
He pulled her too him as if rubbing it in my face. I pressed my hands closer to my face; I could feel a part of me dying.
As they walked on I turned and walked back the other way. She was perfect, a princess as her name meant. Aizen put her in the midst of men and generally every one of them wanted her. Grimmjow was no exception.
I reached the end of the hallway passing several Arrancars as I went, not seeing any of them.
Several days later I ran into him. Literally ran into him. His blue eyes glared at me and I shifted my look else where.
“I didn't know you were still here”
I stared at the stone floor, not answering his question
“How have you been?”
“I'm just surviving”
I could feel his naturally angry eyes on my face as I stared at the floor.
He grabbed my arm, leading me down the stone hallways and up stairs until we were in one of the towers over looking the inner dome.
“Tell me what is really wrong?”
“Every time I see her I die. I have to cover my eyes. You're always leaving with her. It hurts to sit by your side every day.”
I looked up at him finally
“Would you hold me please? I'm trying hard to breathe…”
“Why didn't you say so?”
He wrapped his arms around me and I provoked the question
“What about her?”
“What about her? She served her purpose”
“You think I like blonds? Purple hair is much sexier”
“What was her purpose?”
“To make you jealous”
I smiled, closing my eyes. I fit right here. I'm made for his arms.