SHE WILL BE LOVED
PROLOGUE
He lay awake in his bedchamber in Las Noches, staring up at the white ceiling. Everytime he tried to sleep, his eyes fluttered open. Sousuke Aizen, former Fifth Division captain and now everyone's enemy, was lonely. Why wouldn't he be? The moment he left her, the sorrow in her face tore him apart.
Her screams.
Her hand reaching up for him.
Her tears.
Her breaking heart.
Aizen looked down at his hands. The hands he stroked her face with. The hands he used to hold hers when he first confessed his love to her. To him, those were now nothing more than killing tools. But he felt so empty inside despite his harsh, calm, and proud exterior.
He missed her badly. His love. His Soi Fon. Aizen knew he would have a long day ahead tomorrow, so he decided to force himself to sleep by pulling up the covers higher to his bare chest and closing his eyes.
Then he began hearing her cry.
Somewhere in Soul Society, Soi Fon was not able to sleep for the tenth night in a row. After seeing Aizen go, she was nothing less than grieving for her broken heart, her lost love. Ever since Yoruichi's departure, she had never felt that much sorrow, but this was double the tragedy. Her hands bled from beating the wall so hard to relieve herself.
And then she cried herself to sleep. "Aizen-kun… Why…? Why you too…?"