A Bleach Fanfic I wrote months ago in the Point of view of Shunsui. I own no one and nothing just the concept. Characters belong to Tite Kubo. Enjoy :]

It's been 3 days. My dear Jushiro hasnt gotten out of bed. He's taken ill. He just lies in his bed and just cries. I moved myself to the other room because I feel he needs the whole bed. His TB is taking a real toll. He wakes up and cant even get up to the bathroom. The floor is like the red sea. I clean it up only for more to come out. He tried to walk around the other day. But all I heard was a thud on the floor. I walk into the room and all I see is him lying there ... defeated.. It's just not like him. To be so defeated. I rush to his side and I try to help him but he looks up and speaks. It's not the loudest but I could make up the whisper. I go over and I wanna help him up. But he looks up and says no. Don't help me. I won't learn to get better if you fuss. Then he smiles at me. Oh that beautiful smile. Even in his illest stages. He is still smiling. He is still happy. I asked him one day.

" Jushiro, why are you so happy. You're so ill. You pass out so easily. You cough up blood frequently. But yet you manage a smile"

" Because. Im just happy to be alive. So many others. So many others succumb so early and I've been around. I've had a full life. I've found love" He says it so calmly and smiled. I give him a kiss and close the door. I go downstairs and pray he gets better. I hate to see him so ill so unable to do anything. But in the morning I'll make him some tea. In the morning... I'll make him some tea.

You know how they always say Tommorow never knows? Well thats what holds true. He died today. He's left me forever. He died peacefully in his sleep. I found him there lifeless and cold and just couldn't understand why someone so sweet was taken away from me. Why when I was finally happy was his snatched away. Snatched away like a lollipop stolen from a baby. I remember how I found him. I went and made the tea. And I made his in his special mug his favorite the black one with his name in white satin letters on the front. I bought it I went upstairs and slowly opened the door. I should of knew something was up when I opened the door and he didnt even open his eyes. I should of known something was up when I looked at his face and it was a light shade of blue cold and lifeless. I should of known something was up when the blood streaming from his lips was dark red. A crimson red I dont even wish my mortal enemy would have to see coming from a loved one. It was such a violent red. Like he was stabbed. But when the doctors came they saw no stab wounds on him. They saw nothing. He threw this demonic red out. Oh I just wanted to go and kill whatever took him away from me. Even if it was a diesease, I wanted to end it. I loved him more than anything. Clearly. And now all I have is this empty room and memories. I prayed. I cursed. Why would you do this to me? Why would you take him? I just don't understand it. I'll never understand it. But hes hopefully happier where he is. And healthy. Hopefully hes smiling down on me. That winning smile. Hopefully hes just better. And that is all I could ever ask for.