Prologue: How it began...
Ichigo walked into the cell, getting an angry shove from the guard behind him. He stumbled forward, once he got his footing, he threw an angry glare at the guard, who smirked and slammed the door shut. Once the guard stomped away Ichigo sighed and sadly sat down on his bed, immediately dropping his head into his hands That empty, broken hearted feeling sank into his chest.
A trail of hot tears streaming down his face, as he realized what he did to get himself in this situation. Ended a person's life out of shear anger and stupidity. He fell back onto his bed, slamming his head down, and covering his head with the crook of his arm. Thoughts blew through his mind, rushing at him all at once. Reluctantly, he slowly shut his eyes.
A smoking gun barrel.
Snow fell, down onto the ground and onto the shaking man's hand .
He ran, the coward ran, dropping the gun.
In Ichigo's arms laid the bleeding and dying love of his life.
Her crimson, fresh blood, spilled out onto the new snow giving it a sickening design.
Tears streamed down on both of their faces.
Her golden hair spread throughout his fingers, slid out of them as her head went limp
He saw the gun, rage filled him.
Before the memory could finish, Ichigo's eyes whipped open. Destroying the only memories he could remember at the moment.