There were tears in her eyes. Not from falling and scraping her knee, but because he cared enough to stop and turn around. He knelt beside her in the snow.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. Not really."
'Which is it?' He had his answer as blood trickled down her skin which was almost as white as the flakes falling from the heavens. She tilted her head back and he pressed his lips to the warm liquid.
"Gin..." Her voice: it was surprised, upset. He had upset her. "Thank you."
-
'Why did you leave me?' Her nostrils burned and her throat ached. It screamed. She swallowed down her sadness only to have it catch in her heart, but no tears sprung to her eyes. She was a big girl now.
Gin was in her arms and it was raining. Why was it fucking raining?
'For this...?' The world trembled. It was as desperate as she was, begging for everything to be quiet again or at least as quiet as it was before...seemed so long ago.
'It changes nothing.'
'You stupid-' She kissed his blue lips. 'Bastard.'
-
"I used to love your eyes." Rangiku admitted. "But now I'm afraid. I see me in them. Who I truly am and I-that's not something I wanted to know."
"They think I'm crazy,"
The room spun like one of those teacup rides at Disneyland. If he were here, really here, he would have held her and kept her from reaching for another bottle. Gin was sorry for that, too.
"Talking to..." She sighed. "You always were a ghost."
