1 | bleach (c) kubo
2 | 'vindicated' - dashboard confessional
She dreams about him sometimes. That Gin. She dreams of days long gone, when the only time they had in the world was for each other. He had good smiles then—real, honest, candid, happy—and they were reserved for her and her alone.
Gradually, his smiles changed. They became small, forced. Apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ran," she could almost hear him say as he ran off to places she couldn't reach. But she would wait for him.
Because he always, always came back.
There was a time, though, when the intervals were longer and the nights were colder. He stopped coming. At first, she still waited, but eventually, she walked away, too. They walked into the opposite direction for years until one day, they crossed paths again.
She had no idea who he was.
It disturbed her, this stranger who would just so casually wave at her like they knew each other. The way the corners of his lips turned up into the falsest of smiles sent shivers up her spine, but when he said her name, she just knew.
Although he was almost a stranger to her now, she accepted him. She hoped that maybe they would go back to the way they were, and somehow, it was happening—that fake smile of his was softening, and she could almost remember what that warm smile looked like.
But then it turned into that small, sorry smile when he walked away from her again to follow Aizen.
She dreams about him sometimes. That Gin. She dreams of days long gone, when the only time they had in the world was for each other. He had good smiles then—real, honest, candid, happy—and they were reserved for her and her alone.
It left, though, that smile. It was replaced by others. When she tries to remember her Gin and his warm smile, she instead sees that forced smile, and it turns into that phony, phony smile that he shows, bares to everyone like teeth, and she just can't stand it, Gin. I can't.
Now, when they come full circle again, she holds him in her arms, and when tangles of gold fall onto silver, when ocean blue eyes meet sky blue eyes, she begs for all his smiles; the honest, the sorry and the insincere—any semblance of him would do.
But this time, she can't walk away from him.
