She grunted as she threw another rock out the window, not caring where it landed or if it hit anyone. She ran back into the room and grabbed another random object, harshly throwing it out the window with another grunt. She continued this process with another few objects until she picked up her shoe.
It wasn't a special shoe-just a sneaker, and a rather used one at that. The seams had begun to unravel, and there were numerous stains on the cloth. The once vibrant blue was now faded and dull, almost unrecognizable. She couldn't even remember where she put the other one.
But she knew how she got it. She had been brought to Hueco Mundo with only her pajamas and a pair of slippers, both of which were quickly ruined. After complaining about her lack of clothing for a while, Grimmjow had brought her a few articles of clothing and a pair of sneakers. Since they were her only pair, she wore the shoes every day, causing them to quickly become tattered and faded.
An explosion of emotions overwhelmed her as she strangled the sneaker, her grip causing her hand to shake. This was her only shoe, and Grimmjow vehemently refused to get her another pair. It had, apparently, been quite the task for him to get the sneakers
She swung her arm back around, attempting to hurl the shoe out the window. Instead, however, she released the sneaker within the room, knocking a lamp down with an incredible shatter. She was overcome with darkness instantly, and blinded by it. Although she hated the blackness, it calmed her instantly, quenching her intense sentiments.
So she sat, firmly clutching the other sneaker that seemed to materialize in her hands, smothered by the dimness of regret.
