Prompt: Memories & Wishes.

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Rangiku wished that she had bad memory.

She wished that she were without attachments to those of Soul Society as well. That the string that connect her and...him were, as much as it hurts to say, cut. Destroyed.

Have those recollections of him thrown away or given to someone else.

She wished everyday that she could find an alcohol so bitter and strong and bubbly in her throat, she would wake up without knowing who he once was.

It would've been lovely if she could eat a dried persimmon and not remember the times he and her once picked them from the biggest of trees, back when they were just poor kids in a poor district.

Back when she smiled and he smiled back and, although his smiles were sometimes full of maliciousness, his smiles were only with the mischief you'd expect from a child.

Alas, wishes cannot always be granted, no matter how many times Rangiku sees a shooting, bright star and clasps her hands while the image of closed eyelids and gray hair appear in her mind.

So she just continues with good memory, doesn't stop her large consuming of alcohol, and has gotten back to eating dried persimmons. She continues life as the lieutenant for the 10th Squad.

After all, this isn't the first time he's kept her in the dark...it's just the first time he isn't going to come back with the flashlight that'll reveal all. Well, at least until he's ready.

So, Rangiku will just live with the haunting memories she has of Gin and she'll pray, oh she'll pray, that he'll come back and share a drink or dried persimmons with her.

(For both his and her's sake, she really hopes that her wishes for his return actually come true for once.)

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