Yes, I am back! I am so sorry for the long wait for these, but I got out of my HichiHime kick and back into my IchiHime kick. Anyways, I'm going to post the rest of the HichiHime drabbles I have written, which is eight total. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Some days she wondered what she had to live for. She wondered why she was still alive.
Her life was in ruins.
Just like her tattered clothing that had been tossed across the room in his impatience.
Her nerves were shot, too. She couldn't do anything without constantly looking over her shoulder to see if he was there, waiting to jump her at the next opportunity.
She picked up her torn shirt. There was no way she could sew it back up. Even Ishida wouldn't be able to fix this.
Her life was in ruins.
Her wrists were tattered, too.