another day.

hot water from the shower beckoned to her and she heeded the call. She broke her gaze away from the mirror and disrobed. Her curvaceous figure quickly got into the shower. The cascading water felt wondrous as it drenched her cool corium. A sigh of content slipped from her parted lips. So began »

bed. Her shower was calling her name.
⠀ Rangiku slid out of bed languidly and shuffled toward the bathroom. She turned the shower on and turned to face the woman in the mirror. The lieutenant let out a sigh, fingers touching her cheek just below her eye. She looked as horrible as she felt.
⠀ The »

day. Well, as ready as she could be. Her pounding headache had retreated to a dull ache and her stomach grumbled. With one final look at her reflection in the mirror she put on her usual cheery facade before slipping out the door.

already off to a less than stellar start. Rangiku groaned as she slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She started the shower and stripped bare. The hot water was refreshing, slightly easing her headache as the steam began to build around her.
⠀ She showered and dressed, ready for the »

trembled and her body shook. Within seconds she was sobbing all over again. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks like a river.
⠀ The cycle continued until she finally fell asleep, hugging Gin’s white haori.
⠀ She was broken. Broken beyond repair.

of sake. The burn of the alcohol traveling down her throat set her raw and strained gullet aflame, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. He was gone. And she was hanging on by a fraying thread.
⠀ That handsome and shit-eating grin of his flashed through her mind again. Her shoulders »

since Gin died at the hands of Aizen Sōsuke. Yet, the pain of losing him hadn’t diminished in the slightest. It was still as fresh as the day he took his last breath. He haunted her daydreams and nightmares. She longed to hold him once more, to kiss him one more time.
⠀ Rangiku downed another cup »

to Gin for safe keeping had died with him. All that remained was an emptiness. One she couldn’t hope to fill even if she had a million bottles of the finest sake in the universe.
⠀ So, here she was, night after night, sobbing until her throat was raw and her eyes as red as ruby’s. Years had passed »

about her. She had enough alcohol for herself and all of misery’s company. But, not matter how much she looked for comfort at the bottom of each bottle, it eluded her.
⠀ She wore a well crafted facade when she was around others. But, alone, she sank into heartache and despair. The heart she gave »