The Pain of having a heart (Sosuke Aizen x reader) [Wattys 2016]

Epilogue Act, Red thread of fate

"And in the end, letting go was a lot like finding love. I had to learn to say goodbye to the one who gave me the courage to say hello." -R.M. Drake

(Aizen's p.o.v) -Seventeen months later-

"Here's your grub, Aizen Sosuke." One of the guards said, pushing a plate of what's supposed to be a meal towards me.

In my restrained state, it was obvious that I can't. Do they think I have a frog's tongue that I am able reach food from this distance? How preposterous.

"Oh, wait. We forgot you can't reach it. Want us to feed you?" The guards jeered, then they started laughing.

"If you have time to be sitting around and mocking me, do your jobs." I said calmly.

"Who are you to order us around? You're only a prisoner now." The guard who gave me my meal replied.

"If you weren't so mopey-wopey about your dead girlfriend, you would've won!" Another one spoke, smirking at the end.

I clenched my fists at the comment, remembering (name)'s death. How dare they-

"I l-love you too...you freaking idiot......"

I looked away from the guards, trying not to let them see the sudden change in my expression. It just....it just hurts so much to remember.

"Better eat up! You don't want to die before you can reach twenty thousand years of imprisonment, do you?" He spat, before leaving me alone in my cell.

Once again, I was enveloped in lonely darkness. It doesn't bother me much, but without her...it feels so empty sitting here.

No one to joke about things that are supposedly serious, no one to demand they be served chicken katsu for all three meals of the day, no one...

...no one having enough courage to even start a simple conversation with me.

I glanced at the silver rose necklace sitting on my lap. I gave it to her when we were still in the Soul Society, and she always wore it....even until death.

I let out a quiet sigh. It's all my fault that she's gone. If only I used the Hogyoku to save her, then none of this pain would've ever consumed me.

A few hours later, the guard came back. He frowned fakely, seeing that the plate of food he gave me was still untouched.

"Poor thing, you haven't eaten a bite! You should've asked for some help, Aizen-san!" He mocked, entering my cell.

"I don't need any of your help."

"Eh, your pride's just too big. Anyways, it's time for your daily walk! Sadly...this is a walk where you can't sniff on flowers or chase butterflies."

As soon as he said those very words, more guards came out from behind him. They took me down from the chair and put restraints on me, so that I won't be able to do much.

"Enjoy the few minutes of warm sunlight, Aizen-san!" He called out, waving at me.

"I'd rather stay in the darkness-"

The moment I stepped out of the prison, I suddenly felt (name)'s reiatsu. It was very faint, but it was there. No, that's impossible. She's long been dead.

"What's with the long face, Aizen?! Get back on track!" One of the guards yelled, pulling at me.

I shook the feeling off and continued walking. I swore I felt it...perhaps it's just my imagination.

What if it was really you?

No matter how much distance I've walked...I constantly felt her faint reiatsu calling out to me. Maybe I should go and check...