How long had it been since the day her world changed for the worse? How long had it been since she had seen his goofy, grinning face? Rangiku knew the answer; forty days, twelve hours, and three minutes. Just around a month and a half. Normally, a shinigami wouldn't be concerned with such a short amount of time, but in this case, every painful second mattered. Gin was gone. Aizen had managed to somehow take away the life of the one who so skillfully stayed by his side, awaiting the perfect moment to strike. Gin shouldn't have even tried to outwit that bastard. He should have stayed. He should have never gone. Because now, Rangiku's world was permanently shattered, and all because of one tragic day. That was the day he left.