If you don't want to see how I came up with this story, just skip this entire author's note. Other than that, I had watched a video that was just laying around on Youtube that explored the concepts of relationships. It sort of inspired me to write this story and reread the summary to finish the rest of this author note.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach at all, just my OCs. If I did own Bleach, I would have murdered Aizen from the start!

Prologue

She peacefully slept in her comfy bed that was adorned with light colors of pastel. Her chest lightly heaved up and down as she breathed through her sleep. Her room was rather compact in size, but large due to the absence of furniture. She only had a closet, bed, desk, and a flat screen in the entire vicinity of her room. Her floor shone of dark redwood with a white fluffy rug that sat at the surface. Lights shone through the shades of her window and it glimmered against her rosy face. The suns light was so intensely bright that it momentarily stirred the girl. She gradually began to shift out of her sleep and it took more than an hour for her to finally be awake. She loudly yawned and stretched herself out in her bed.

Afterwards, she forced herself out of bed and dropped into her chair at her desk where her dream journal was. Her mornings were always like this. She had kept a dream journal at her bedside and every morning, she would write down her dreams into that journal. She really didn't have much of a purpose for that journal except it was a good hobby of hers and she had nothing better to do on her mornings. She gently tapped her pencil on her cheek as she tried to remember the dream she just had. Sadly, nothing had come into her head. Unsatisfied, she shifted through a batch of organized letters that sat at her desk to see if they would help her remember. Nothing came. But she did find a new letter that hadn't been opened yet.

She sighed of discontent afterwards, closed her journal, and went to the bathroom to take a bath. She must have dozed off while watching TV since she noticed her clothes from the day before were still on. She changed into a fresh new change of clothing and grabbed for her bag. She walked down the stairs of her house and out the door.

"I'm going now!" She yelled back at whomever was still in the house.

She took a short walk down the streets of her neighborhood until she entered a shopping area that was situated near a park. Her gliding steps made short taps against the concrete sidewalk as she continued to walk to her most favorite place in the entire area. It was a comfortable and warm café that sat right at the edge of the area and it had a great view of the park from its windows. She would always go there to drink something and just sit at the seat that was right next to a huge window that showed the park.

Upon relaxing in her special window seat, she spotted someone sitting at one of the benches at the park. He was tapping away into his phone with his serious eyes locked on just the phone. His outfit was very defined: a black shirt with tight dark blue jeans. A black belt ran through the loops of his jeans while a black wristband was wrapped around his right wrist.

'He's cute.' She thought to herself as she sipped her drink. 'Wonder who he's trying to call?'

Suddenly the boy looked up from his phone and he raised his face to the window of the café. She looked on at him with developing interest until he suddenly smiled out of nowhere. Confused, she looked all around her to see if someone was smiling back. No one had seemed to notice the boy and once she turned back to him, he was already back to pressing the buttons on his phone.

"Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Miyuba Park?" A voice rang out of nowhere.

She averted her gaze to see a girl with a light smile on. The girl obviously seemed very lost as she nervously fumbled around with the bottom of her tank top.

'Ok…weird…' She thought as she pointed to the park right out the window. The same park that the boy sat at.

"Oh! Really!?" The girl sheepishly exclaimed. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you!" The girl bowed down as a formal apology and she walked out of the café to the park.

'Dear self,' She recorded in the back of her head. 'What just happened?'

She looked on at the girl, who had just come up to her seconds ago, and saw that she was heading towards the boy sitting on the bench. She and him had a talk, which at times looked serious and others laid back. He gave a sigh and he walked away from the bench. He slowed down and stopped in his steps and turned around, ushering the girl to follow him. The girl gave a small smile and she ran after the boy and they both disappeared into the crowded streets nearby.

'They're a cute couple…' She thought and her phone rang afterwards.

Eh…it's not that much of a prologue to me. I just didn't know what else to call this. If I explained why then it would ruin the entire story. Just bear with it and review!