No way.
No fucking way.
Out of all the places to see him, he didn't think the train station would be the one place he would ever him again. Then again, they haven't been in contact with each other for almost two years. Heck, he didn't even know his ex was still around. But maybe he wasn't. Maybe he had come to the city for another reason.
The people around them disappeared and it was jus them both.
Seeing his ex brought back painful memories. Mostly of their last moments together. Ichigo tried so hard to keep the relationship together, and Grimmjow… Grimmjow just had to and fuck things up.
He didn't even know why he went with his old friends to the bar. Why he had to take the damn bottle, not when he had been sober for so long thanks to Ichigo. Sure he still drank once in a while, but it was measured. Never too much and once he felt the need to drink more, he just turned to his punching bag. But when his old friend came to see him, they decided to go for the night out, catch up and see how they are faring with life. One bottle turned to two. Then when it was not enough his friend ordered a couple of strong drinks to keep the night going.
After that, there wasn't much to go by. The next thing he remembers was waking up on a bed that was not his and a warm body next to him.
Ichigo found out. He always found out, but wanted to give Grimmjow the benefit of the doubt. Let him come clean or deny the whole thing. But Grimmjow knew if he denied the whole thing it would bite him back in the ass, and honestly? Ichigo deserved better than this. Ichigo was always honest with him. Never looked at another, no matter how attractive the person was.
He didn't know what was more painful. Ichigo's silence or the slap he so rightfully deserved. Or maybe it was the tears in his eyes when he looked at him.
Maybe it was the "it's over".
Maybe it was the day when he came to the apartment that Ichigo's things were gone and the spare key was in the counter.
Maybe it was all of it.
It doesn't matter anymore. Ichigo was clear when they started the relationship, and Grimmjow screwed it up.
Now two years later he sees him. A little taller, and his hair a tad bit longer. Still looking as good as ever, the blue haired man thought. Grimmjow was about to approach him, ready to call out his name, when he stopped a few steps later.
Another man approached Ichigo. A little taller than Ichigo. A little more rugged looking, with slightly curly hair that was in a low ponytail and thin facial hair around his mouth and cheeks. And he looked a little older than Grimmjow. He remembered Ichigo once mentioning that he was a little into older men when they were exploring their relationship at the beginning. Grimmjow saw the older man place a hand on Ichigo's lower back, and seeing the younger smile at him. He saw how happy he was to see him. Grimmjow saw how the older man looked at Ichigo as he was the most important being in the world.
He felt a pang in his heart. He used to look at Ichigo like that. Ichigo used to look at him like that. Used to. Of course that was the past. There was no need for it now. Ichigo will never go back to him, and even if he did he would always be cautious around him, waiting for him to screw it up all over again.
No.
Ichigo didn't need that. He doesn't even deserve that.
Suddenly he felt angry. At himself. At the gods. Why? Why did he see this? Did they not know how much he regretted that night? How much he hates himself for ruining something that was amazing?
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Maybe it was their way of saying move on. If he ever wished for a miracle of getting back together with him, it was long gone. There was no need to linger in the past, what done is done.
Maybe.
Maybe later on, when the gods feel like it, allow them to meet. Allow them to see each other again. Maybe not on a train station. Maybe not with their lovers.
He won't hope for a relationship with him, but maybe friendship with him?
No. Grimmjow still cared for Ichigo. Even after two years later he still cared for the orange haired man. If he approached the other, he would hope for another chance. Ichigo deserved better than that. Maybe it was better this way. Seeing him now. Ichigo with another.
He can turn around now and leave him with his happiness. There was no need to intrude that. Instead he can focus on himself to be a better man. More so than before.
The crowd that disappeared is now suddenly around them once again.
Which a final look he whispered, "take care, Ichigo" and turns his heel. Each step away was hard, but the more he walked the easier it got. Soon he was out of the train station and into the city streets.
Ichigo found his happiness.
It was time to find his.
A/N: When I was originally thinking of Shunsui, but you can choose whomever you like :)
