NOTE: A little quicky, and yes, the book she was reading was from the Twilight series

There she sat, in the floor of his room, her heart quivering, her entire body shaking uncontralably, her tears streaming from her eyes, down the sides of her pale face, she was the great Rukia Kuchiki, nowen for being able to stay stern wen no one else could, to never cry, no matter wat, but there she was crying, because she couldn't hold back her tears, and also because it was safe to cry, because he would be gone for a little wile, but wat had caused this noble Kuchiki to throw aside her preciouse pride and break? Snap, after all the times she should have? That thing was so stupidly simple, it wasn't even real, it was a stupid romance novel, she had gotten through the first of the four book series, but the begining of the second made her heart tear to shreds, she shut the book with a slam and held her nees, but it wasn't the romance novel that really had her in tears, it was the simalarity that broke her heart, that simalirty between her life and this book, at first there was nearly no simalaritys at all- save for the fact that the lead male's sister looked remarcabbly like she could be her twin- but all of a sudden she was pulled into a swarm of memmories, somehow, she felt like it had happened to her, no, she new that it had, she understood how painfull that goodbye must have been for him, if it hurt the girl in the book so much, and then she realized something that made the dagger in her heart dig an inch deeper, she hadn't even had the curtosy to give him a warning or a goodbye, like the boy in the book had, funny, how her role seemed to be the boy in the book, the one to leave out of self-hate and the intentions of protecting the person she loved, and how he, Ichigo Kurasake I mean, resembeled the girl, a dear stuck in the headlights, not understanding really wat was going on, but just waiting to die, laying in the pouring rain unable to do so much as think, and then it hit her, something she hadn't understood before, it made her think, made her wince, how simaler she could be to this fictional charector, (an odd sentence yes indeed) met their true love by fate, check, wanting to avoid contact and being rude to said love for a time, check, somehow being stuck with that love, check, being hundreds of years old but looking like teenager, check, having atleast one unaproving sibling check, changing that love's life forever, sadly check, leaving and erasing every trace of your existence, check check check! And it made her feel guilty, and then remembering how much she absolutly loved this fictional charector's younger sister, and thinking that she resembeled her as well, mostly in looks, but also, in other ways, not remembering wat it was like being alive, was a god example, but still mostly in looks, and then it happened, the worest thing possible, he walked through the door, "Rukia? Why're you crying?" he sounded worried, stupid tears! Agh! Stupid human emotions! (oh, that was another thing they had in common) "Nothing! Why do you ask?!" "Because you're crying, and would you stop being so defensive all the time?!" he looked down at the small pile of books at the ground, "Oh great! Ya' no, my sisters read these, had them in tears a few times too," "That's diffrent! They're human! I'm-" "Human," "No, I'm a Soul Reaper," "You," he couldn't hold back a smile, "You don't learn much from books, do you?" "Huh?" "Think about it, that guy, whoever he is, despite the fact that he's, wat? A vampire is it? Ain't he still human in some ways?" "Yes," "Because he acts like it, right?" "Yes," "Then why are you diffrent?" "..." "Exactly!" "But their story sounds like our story," Somehow the words "our story" sounded right directed at him wen they fell from her lips, "And we've had hard, rough, patches, but have you finished reading?" "No," "Maybe it has a happy ending," "And our story?" "Do you want a happy ending?" "Yes," his mouth was next to her ear as he wispered, "Then we'll have a happy ending as well," and then he kissed her, "How are you sure?" "Dosen't love get through everything?" "Are you saying that you love me?" "Yes, I'm saying that I love you," "That's wat he said before he left," "Do you love me?" "Yes, I love you," "Then, there's no problum, I'll follow you to Soul Society, because, if I'm not mistaken, in the book, there was a reason that she couldn't follow him?" "So?" "Well, keep reading, there may still be a happy ending, don't you think?" "Yes, a happy ending," and she picked up the book, and started again