1 【转载】 In This Life or Next by jellnor
Well, this is for english pros
作者:208.120.193.* 封 2009-2-26 05:14 回复此发言
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2 回复:【转载】 In This Life or
The war had been won.
Aizen was dead.
Soul Society had been saved.
...
So, why wasn’t she happy?
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Chapter 1: Rooftop Memories
Soul Society had changed. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but things were definitely different. It was as if the sun wasn’t as warm, the Moon as clear, or the stars as bright. Maybe it was because... She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if to warn her wandering thoughts not to go there.
It had been years, but it was still indescribably painful.
She took a deep breath of morning air, filling her lungs. This stilled her thoughts, at least for a moment. But they refused to go away and against her will, she started to remember.
She turned her attention to the buildings below her feet. She was sitting on a roof, her arms hugging her knees close to her chest. Although she knew otherwise, she still felt so small and so insignificant as she watched the magnificent city slowly rouse from its sleep.
Yes, she felt small and insignificant. But she had survived.
The war had taken its toll on the inhabitants of Soul Society. She still winced at the memory of the number of dead and the seemingly ever-growing number of missing. Each day, new reports of despair, pain, and death had flooded the offices of the Gotei 13. It had taken her days after their victory to gather enough courage to pick up the first report with shaking fingers. Soon, she could no longer cry. All her tears had been spent, and she felt numb, empty, grotesque, cruel. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to feel anything, she just couldn’t.
Well, this is for english pros
作者:208.120.193.* 封 2009-2-26 05:14 回复此发言
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2 回复:【转载】 In This Life or
The war had been won.
Aizen was dead.
Soul Society had been saved.
...
So, why wasn’t she happy?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1: Rooftop Memories
Soul Society had changed. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but things were definitely different. It was as if the sun wasn’t as warm, the Moon as clear, or the stars as bright. Maybe it was because... She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if to warn her wandering thoughts not to go there.
It had been years, but it was still indescribably painful.
She took a deep breath of morning air, filling her lungs. This stilled her thoughts, at least for a moment. But they refused to go away and against her will, she started to remember.
She turned her attention to the buildings below her feet. She was sitting on a roof, her arms hugging her knees close to her chest. Although she knew otherwise, she still felt so small and so insignificant as she watched the magnificent city slowly rouse from its sleep.
Yes, she felt small and insignificant. But she had survived.
The war had taken its toll on the inhabitants of Soul Society. She still winced at the memory of the number of dead and the seemingly ever-growing number of missing. Each day, new reports of despair, pain, and death had flooded the offices of the Gotei 13. It had taken her days after their victory to gather enough courage to pick up the first report with shaking fingers. Soon, she could no longer cry. All her tears had been spent, and she felt numb, empty, grotesque, cruel. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to feel anything, she just couldn’t.