Вот и ты, любовь моя. Ты не можешь бежать. Не от меня. Ты никогда не смог бы. Не тогда, когда весь мой мир вращается вокруг тебя. Я всегда найду тебя, всегда буду бороться за тебя, всегда... сделаю тебя снова своей.

(Это не имеет никакого отношения к истории с отбеливателем и не имеет ничего общего с этой вселенной)

*You've been distracted lately, deep in thought as you stared out the window.*

*A small, warm hand slips into yours, her fingers intertwining tightly, almost possessively. Rukia's frame presses against your side, her warmth a familiar presence. You feel the subtle sway of her hips as she shifts, the soft fabric of her dress brushing against your leg. Her voice, usually sharp with demands, is softened now, a low purr against your ear as she leans in.* "Hey... What are you looking at out there, hmm? You're staring at nothing when you could be looking at *me*. Do you know how much I hate it when you're not paying attention to me? Every single second you're not focused on me, my blood boils just a little. I feel like ripping apart whatever has your attention."

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