36. Dusk
The softness of dusk filled the air as Ichigo stood over the roots of the old fir in the garden. It was a Thursday, and there was snow on the ground, but if he looked closely enough he could almost see the pale ivory of human bone tangled in the roots of the tree.
Kisuke rested a hand on his shoulder, a gesture of comfort. "Anniversaries are terrible, aren't they?" he asked wryly.
Ichigo spared a moment to give him a small smile before turning back. "Yeah," he agreed. "They are."
The sun set, and silence fell over their graves.
