My cold soul
He lost his friend to a maniac
His agony and angry was slowly destroying him
He sat by and watched her slowly wither away
Unohana and Urahara tried everything but hinamori momo would never be the same again
His heart ached
He was lonely and short tempered
His subordinate dare not crack a joke or used her big assets to stifle him
The atmosphere was stiff
He was no longer himself
She saw him sitting alone bathed in the moonlight
She can hear his zanpakuto cry out to hers
These two ice types can relate to loss
Before, she barely spoke a word to him
But his broken soul attracted hers and drew her in
She edged her way into his realm
Mending it slowly by comfort and talks of Chappy
She brought him watermelons and watched as his eyes softened
She held him as he cried
His cold tears against her cheeks
When did hugs of comfort turn to kisses and passion?
He was taken a back
But he knew he wanted to spend his days with her and continue to stare at those violet eyes
To feel her fingers when it entwines with his briefly in the halls
To know what her smiles mean
And to see and know what no one else can
She saved him
He could no longer his world melting
Together they became inseparable