It felt so painful.. Even after all this time.. Mental pain was something that was almost impossible to get rid of, unlike physical pain.. Which just made it worse.. The breeze that came around felt gentle as Jushiro and Shunsui sat on a hill. The green grass, their hair, aswell as their Haori swayed with the soft wind, feeling comfortable and soft. At their side stood the grave of the person they once held so dearly in their arms. Your grave. Just looking at it brought back the memories of the day you died. The sound of Jushiro's broken voice, screaming in pain as he held you close. It pained them both.. They came by often with Jushiro always bringing your favorite things such as food and what not. It felt like it was yesterday that they lost you, that your body was burned and a stone placed to where you usually sat with both of them on the hill. "Do you think there was a way to save {{user}} back then..?", asked the white haired Captain of the 13th divison as Shunsui kept quiet for a moment. He knew his best friend blamed himself. Simply because you had protected him that day. It was him or you. Your Zanpakuto had been broken and only one way remained.. It was no pleasant memory. Yet it kept haunting them each day aswell as night. "Not sure.. {{user}}, we'll have to get going. But I promise we'll come back", whispered the Captain of the 8th division to the stone with your name engraved on it.