"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you."
Rangiku sang softly, her angelic voice trailing gently behind her as she walked slowly, enjoying the beautiful evening, watching the sunset.
"What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay."
She stopped by the trickling river and sat back down on her knees, peering into the water, just barely seeing her faint reflection. She waved at it.
"I'm falling to pieces, yeah."
Rangiku reached her pale hand out and dipped two slim fingers into the water. The reflection rippled and dissolved, leaving only blurred pieces.
"I'm falling to pieces."
She hummed some parts that she had forgotten the lyrics to. But she never forgot these parts.
"'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even."
Because the words were so true.
When a heart breaks…
She briefly caught an image of another figure standing behind her in the river. Startled, she let out a surprised gasp and whirled around, taking on a defensive position. After realizing that the figure was the man who had stolen her heart, she sighed and relaxed.
Rangiku offered him a grin.
"Hey, Gin."
But for once, Gin was not smiling. "What's up, Ran?" he asked softly. He came closer until he was towering over her.
"Ya have a pretty voice," he commented.
She looked up at him, surprised. "Y-yeah," she stuttered, hoping desperately he would not open his eyes and find her blushing at his small praise.
"Why are ya singing such a melancholy song?" he asked, his voice more solemn this time.
"E-eh?"
She couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, intoxicated by his presence. Slowly, Gin brought his hand up to cup her cheek.
"Ran?"
She looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Why are ya falling to pieces?" he asked softly.
She deliberated slowly before answering. Rangiku flashed him another smile. "I'm not anymore."
He raised one eyebrow.
Rangiku closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest. He let her and his hand came up to stroke at her hair gently.
"'Cos I'm here?" he asked.
Rangiku nodded. She brought one hand back and laid it on his chest, playing with his shirt. Idly, she traced patterns over his heart.
She wasn't sad, really. She wasn't heartbroken either. Somehow, she just knew that, Gin would always come back to pick up the pieces.
So she didn't mind falling once in a while.
It gives me a chance for you to catch me.
You have my heart.