The obnoxious sounds of an alarm ringing and the sensation of a phone vibrating against soft sheets awoke the sleeping man out of yet another unpleasant slumber. Sleepy blue eyes opened with dread as he lazily grabbed the phone and pressed the snooze option. He could only close his eyes for a few seconds more in an attempt to sleep for just a moment longer. Unfortunately, it would be no use. It was time to get up and begin yet another bleak day. There was nothing Grimmjow detested more than having to spend yet another long day, filled with the same lackluster routine.
Grimmjow was incredibly passionate about the endeavor he chose to pursue. He loved everything that came with being a tattoo artist and the promising career he built over the years. However, he could not shake the undefinable feeling off of him. He always found himself bound to the same redundant cycle. The burden of isolation, bitterness, and dissatisfaction endlessly weighed in on him. He could not find the solution to the internal challenge he faced. How could he be unhappy?
He seemed to have every single thing anyone around this time of life would want? Respected and admired by all who surrounded him, an incredibly successful business, women and sometimes men chasing after him, the ability to obtain any physical possession he wanted within the exact moment he desired such things, and a future set in stone. So why did he feel this way? What was it that he was missing? All these questions he always seemed to ask himself.
Whenever he tried coming up with a way to navigate through the emotions, his mind would always go back to Nel's many attempts at helping him. "Maybe, you need to meet new people! Come on- I can't see how going on a few dates is such a bad thing?" Her voice saying those words replayed in his mind. He could cringe every time he thought back to that conversation.
If there was one thing Grimmjow despised the most, it was Love. It was the last thing he needed. Grimmjow found it to be pathetic how people could be so dependent upon someone, and for what? A few sweet words, stupid gestures of romance, and basically being enslaved to one person for the rest of your existence? Yeah, that was something he had no problem with turning away.
However, Grimmjow was unaware that soon enough, all of that would change when his path crossed with an orange-haired boy.