lune

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Byakuya finds her by chance, and later he'll say it was almost like witnessing comets fall from the sky.

It starts a bookshop, on the opposite side of the shelves, eyes peeking through. She mouths a hello, and all he can do is blink.

But—maybe this, feeling slightly strange and in unfamiliar territory, that what is known as love. The spark so insignificant that later becomes something cataclysmic.

Maybe that's it—their spark—one glance from afar, and a small desire to know who she is—before she shrugs and moves away. She walks past him, an angel dressed in a woollen scarf and fluffy mittens, faded jeans and a worn jacket, having selected her book.

She leaves him behind, and there's something so childish in thinking that it's utterly unfair.

But the lady turns back, mouth compressed, doe-like as she searches for something—someone.

She catches his eye again.

Smiles, pretty like the midnight glitter.

Then she's gone.

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.