Hello again!

I deeply apologize about my lack of updates but as some of you know I am currently pregnant and my pregnancy had been a bit hard, well this is my first baby and everything is new for me.

This new plot is a gift to my dear friend Rei Eien who inspires me a lot.

My dear sister from another mother here is for you... As time goes by

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does and I hope he will continue with the manga and make ByaRuki canon

One year…

It had been a year since he left. His goodbye? The divorce papers laid next to his wedding ring on the table. He had turned his back to her and that was the last time she saw his face.

He was angry, she knew it. She was trying to do things right, but he was so desperate than he had forgotten the date. That was their third wedding anniversary, but he was sick of their life together. He wanted something more; he wanted a family, but she seemed not to be interest in it.

She thought they would be parents when God would allow it. She was young and healthy; never thought she might have an issue to take care of. In her mind, the idea of seeing a doctor was not necessary; she was just waiting, but he seemed not to be in her same position.

She was 23 years old when he left and he was just 2 years older. They had met 5 years ago in a coffee shop. She was there trying to get inspiration when he arrived. The moment their eyes met she got inspired.

The moment she saw her sketchbook again she started to draw, without thinking she started to draw a pair of beautiful gray eyes. Her drawing showed them with a hint of sadness but also filled with hope. Minutes passed as she continued with her drawing. Now his face was complete. She had just saw his face for a moment but in her mind everything was as clear as ever.

She was admiring her work when he approached her and spoke to her. She hurriedly tried to hide her sketch book, but that was pointless. He had seen her drawing his face and now was trying to start a conversation. Her cheeks were as red as a tomato and her heart was racing like a wild horse. In front of her was the person who was in her mind while drawing, his voice was deep and that was the handsomest man she had ever seen.

The talk started awkwardly but with the pass of the minutes they started to be more calm (mostly of her side). Without notice they spent all afternoon there talking. He asked her to give him her phone number and she agreed. That was the beginning of their love story.

A year later they married. He asked her to marry him in that very same place, where everything started. It was a small wedding, his family was against the wedding and nobody attended. He was a very rich man and all his family members and friends were against him marrying a poor commoner and unknown artist.

They lived in a small apartment. She was not interest in luxury and servants. He just wanted to be with her in peace and that place was enough for them. One year after their marriage his family was still angry but as the heir of the fortune they allowed them to be together and accepted her (or they pretended to do so in front of her husband).

The couple moved to his mansion, a huge house with beautiful gardens. He seemed to be alright there, but she was not. His family was mean to her and she spent most of her time in the garden trying to be out of their sight, that way she was not bullied. She disguised that of him trying to make him happy.

When he was there with her she was complete. He was her rock, her life partner and the other part of her soul.

They had night time walks in the garden and spoke about the future, how their children would look like, how good would be to spend the rest of their lives together.

But happiness was not eternal…

They had tried to have a baby since their first night together, but after two years of marriage they still have no baby. Every month she had hope in her heart and then, when she discovered than she was not pregnant she was sad. Her heart was broken every single time, she cried until her eyes were sore, but when he arrived home she received him with a smile and acted as if that was not a big deal, she always told him -"Maybe next month will be the lucky one!"-

Time passed and she knew he was not so sure about their luck anymore. He even asked her to go to see a doctor but she refused. She wanted a baby more than anything in the world. A cute baby boy with his father's eyes and hair or maybe a baby girl with her eyes and his intelligence. She dreamed about it every day.

One day after they second wedding anniversary he asked her if she was taking pills to avoid pregnancy. She was so confused and surprised that she said nothing. How could he ask her something like that? Was he insane? He knew she wanted to have as many kids as they could or he didn't knew?

Since the day he asked that everything changed. They had sex once in awhile, but that was it; sex. They no longer made love anymore. He was like a machine trying to find a release and she was like a doll who allowed it. Her heart was broken. After months of sorrow and sadness she left the mansion without telling him.

One week later he called on her cell phone, he asked about where she was and if he could go and see her. She told him she was in their old apartment and invited him to go in two days.

She saw that call as an opportunity to fix their relationship. That night they would speak and settle things between them, she would tell him to take her to see a doctor (she was certain that was his reason to be mad). Hurriedly she cleaned the place and bought groceries.

During that afternoon she spent hours cooking all his favorite dishes and put some wine to cool. She arranged the table and took a shower. When he arrived she was wearing a beautiful pink dress he had given to her as a birthday present, but he didn't notice.

In his hands he had a yellow envelope, she thought it was some work he had to do at home. When she asked him to take a sit with a smile, he declined and she saw nothing in his eyes and took a seat at the table.

-"We can not continue like this"- He said -"It seems we have nothing in common anymore. We are living different lives now. It's best that we part ways."- With that he left the envelope on the table.

She was speechless. What was he saying? Different lives? Parted since now? Her mind was whirling, her tongue heavy as a stone.

He used his right hand to remove his wedding ring; the same ring she put on his hand three years before.

-"The envelope has the divorce papers. You will be free to do as you please and I will give you enough money as compensation for the past three years"- He turned his back and left.

"Divorce papers, money, compensation...?"

She was petrified. In her mind that was suppose to be the day they would make things right between them, but now it was over. She couldn't cry anymore. Her heart was confused. Life has no point now. What was she going to do without him? What had she now?

Her eyes went to the living room. She had her old sketchbook on the couch and then she remembered, she still had that. She had her drawing, the only thing she had before she met him.

She didn't sign the divorce papers he left, she waited for a month after he left, she went to the doctor and in that month she discovered what was wrong.

"He should know" She thought.

But when she went to the mansion to see him and tell him about it and how it can be solved to have kids, he refused to see her. He said they had nothing to speak about anymore.

She left that house again with her heart in ashes. The day after that she went to see a lawyer, she asked him to write divorce papers and to put her demands on it. She refused any money from him as a compensation.

When the papers were completed she signed it and went to his office building, she didn't ask to speak to him, she left the new envelope with his secretary and left.

Now one year later she was still in that small apartment, the day was raining and that was probably the reason for her to remember all the sadness she felt one year ago, in her hands she had a new sketchbook, the one she started after he left.

One tear fell over her cheek, she was supposed to forget about him and have a new start, but even when her mind was willing to do it, her heart was not.

Seeing the rain through her window she spoke to her heart…

"It's over...it's so over"

A/N This fic as I said is a gift to my dear friend, I want to explore a new gender and Angst seems to fit well with me, obviously I am a Romance lover but to be honest I need sadness hahaha.

For those who are K-drama lovers you will find tiny hints of a story named Old Goodbye. I recently saw it in Youtube and it inspired me to write this for my dear friend who loves angsty fics.

About BC and ABP: I am almost done with the translation of BC chapter 8 I maybe will update it tomorrow. About ABP I have to say that I am diying to write, the structure of the next chapter is done, I just need to write, with some luck I will do it this friday (write not publish).

I will not give you update dates because I have no longer as much time as I want to write, but keep calm, I will continue this even if Bleach ends. I am not the kind of person who lefts things unfinished and I also love to write ;)

Thank you all for your kind Reviews, PMs, Follows and Favorite. I hope you will like this fic and please let me know what do you think.

Kisses...

Isabel (and baby Jose)