Another drabble, only this one is 111 words. A tiny bit too long to be a true drabble, I suppose, but oh well. I might makea story consisting only of drabbles if I decide to make any more, but for now, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Orihime's hair flew wildly in the wind as she stood on a bridge, staring at the river below. "He's like the river," she said aloud. "He seems so clear and calm, but there's so much more to him than that. There's a whole other person beneath him that not many people get to see, unless they go deep enough."
"What are you doing here, Orihime?" She turned and saw Hitsugaya standing behind her, holding a jacket in one hand. "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long," he said, tossing her the coat. "Come on; let's go home."
Orihime smiled as she followed him. Yup…just like a river.