Green Dust – Ginszayel
His dark green eyes look at her, like they were piercing through her soul. The black ash drifting away into the moonlight, his body, fading. "Are you afraid?" he asked in his dark voice as it floated through the night sky like the dust of his body. "No" she replied as she reached for his outstretched hand as if to say I won't leave you. Orihime hesitated, thinking for an instantaneous moment, finally making a decision. She reached out for his hand but it was too late. A black mist slowly traveled away from her, in the place of a hand. Ulquiorra stared into the palm of his remaining hand looking into his heart. Orihime began to whimper as the rest of his body melted in with the dark sky, never to be seen again.
She clasped on to her knees looking into the darkness of the night. Her face, wet with tears. Her mind, wet with sadness. She watched the dark mist move into the distance leaving behind, in front of her, the smallest pile of green dust. As she looked down at it the words kept repeating in her head, "Are you afraid?". She attempted a smile as she held the green powder in her hand. "No, no I'm not".
