I never thought I would understand it. What makes a departed soul into a Hollow. Now I do... I understand all of it.
They are named Hollows, because they are hollow inside. There is nothing left. Nothing left to feel, nothing left to cling to. They are hollow.
They gave and gave, until they had no more, but still the greedy world took more. And so, here we are.
Head throbbing, emotionless, numb, hollow. I sit in my dark room, upon my bed, my legs folded up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them.
Hollow.
Still alive, for now, but on the inside, I am Hollow.
I feel no more.
Everything is gone. I had foolishly hoped for a different outcome. I had hoped. Dreamed. And now, here we stand. Alone once more. The desire and need for death screaming at me. It is all I want. But still.
Even with the blade pressed to my throat, I cannot do it.
Why?
I have no one, nothing. I am, no one and nothing. Not in this life. I never wanted it either. I am never believed.
Peace. Death. End.
My desires. Plain and simple. Why am I denied this simplicity?
So very tired. Denied sleep as well. My thoughts seem sluggish, yet they race.
I am sitting here. Devoid of everything. Hollow.
Here I am, I have seen so much already... I only want death anymore. Nothing else matters.
You would think I have everything to live for. A life I did not ask for. An unchangeable fate.
I am not as I should be.
It cannot be undone.
Now, I am Hollow.
Those who have never experienced what it is to be Hollow, cannot combat them well enough.
Orohime, you are the one who has never experienced it.
Tatsuki, Rukia, Chad, Ichigo, I know you all understand. It's part of why your blades sing as they do. You understand.
Ichigo..., you understand better than all of them. May you triumph my brother. May you triumph where I am failing.
I do not wish for strength. I wish only, for the end. Have I not been waiting long enough? Please..., just let me die. It is all I desire. This is not the life I was meant to have.
It has made me Hollow and now I can simply beg for death.