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Ichigo didn't have a clear idea on how long he had been asleep, but someone had left his phone in this little room with him.
It hadn't taken long to look through some of the entries on the community...though Ichigo wasn't yet able to bring himself to read them all.
When he looked at the current date on his phone...he felt like there was a glass splinter digging it's way into his heart. And that feeling of guilt, mixed with an old grief, by far eclipsed any lingering pain from his wounds.
It had been some time since he'd gritted his teeth, and managed to reach his wallet, though it was on the other side of the room in the neat pile of his folded 'street clothes'. He didn't care, though, since now that he could barely use the damn bathroom on his own, and certainly didn't want to try to slip out again, all he could do on this very particular day, was open his wallet, and look at one of the only two pictures he carried with him.
...It was just a little thing. Dogeared with age, and frequent use. But right now, as much as Ichigo felt that he had no right to think of her, much less pray to her, it helped to look at the only picture he could reach, of his mother's smile.
It hadn't taken long to look through some of the entries on the community...though Ichigo wasn't yet able to bring himself to read them all.
When he looked at the current date on his phone...he felt like there was a glass splinter digging it's way into his heart. And that feeling of guilt, mixed with an old grief, by far eclipsed any lingering pain from his wounds.
It had been some time since he'd gritted his teeth, and managed to reach his wallet, though it was on the other side of the room in the neat pile of his folded 'street clothes'. He didn't care, though, since now that he could barely use the damn bathroom on his own, and certainly didn't want to try to slip out again, all he could do on this very particular day, was open his wallet, and look at one of the only two pictures he carried with him.
...It was just a little thing. Dogeared with age, and frequent use. But right now, as much as Ichigo felt that he had no right to think of her, much less pray to her, it helped to look at the only picture he could reach, of his mother's smile.
