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I hate you.Grimmjow ¡V samaYou know it¡¦s not worth it. Why are you still crying? Don¡¦t cry. I hate it when you do that. The tears blur your eyes. I can¡¦t see them clearly. I have to, one last time. Stop it and let me see.You know how I hated them, those eyes of yours.You were weak, pathetic, but still trying to protect. I hated it. Even when you were on the ground, bloody and exhausted, you still had that look in your eyes. That fire which couldn¡¦t be quenched no matter what I did.I hated it so damn much.I wanted to destroy you. I needed to. You infuriated me, making me lose control
Grimmjow-sama Lit.Grimmjow-samaThe cold water cascaded down on Grimmjow, but he didn¡¦t seem to feel it anymore. The hot water was long gone. Gone one hour ago, when he had stepped out of the shower, pulled on his pajama pants before grabbing a towel to dry his hair, only to find it was the pink strawberry-patterned one he had got for Ichigo as a joke. Still clutching the offending item, he had stepped right back into the shower and turned it on to reward himself with a sudden blast of iciness. One hour later, he was still standing there, not wanting to leave the welcoming safety of the shower, not wanting to come out just to see more items l
I think that fear of death is not a bad thing as long as it doesn't grow into something that cripples us and casts a shadow over our entire life.
Athough you don't need to be afraid of me
I guess death is just too unpredictable and yet so final.
That's why I'm terrified.
just live life to the fullest before it does