It was 7:00 in the afternoon. Orihime sat peacefully in a garden right اگلے to a lake and silently watched as the sun began to slowly fade away and create a wonderous splash of bright yellow and مالٹا, نارنگی colors. Orihime sighed deeply and sat up to get a closer look at the amazing sight.
Thoughts of last night with Rangiku replayed over and over again in her head, refusing to leave. Matsumoto Rangiku was the only person that actually understood her feelings for Ichigo she lectured Orihime through the whole night and told her that Ichigo needs both her and Rukia in his life. Even still Orihime...
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