They say that someone's eyes are the window into their soul. If that were the case with this man, than he truly lacks one, for I cannot pass that hollow threshold in which he hides himself. His eyes hold such a deep sadness, yet holds no emotion at all. How can I explain something so strange when you cannot even see for yourself.

Its indescribable how he can even manage to walk with all that pain he must carry on his shoulders, it almost pains me to look back into his eyes when his hollow green eyes meet mine. His eyes, the most tragic yet the most beautiful feature this man holds, both pain me yet mesmerize me with the mystery and the urge to comfort that poor man. If only it would shine with a spark, an emotion, if only it would shine with something akin to life.

I wish he would hold any sort of affection, an affection I clearly hold for him. I don't wish him to suffer, and yet I can't held but watch him suffer with his nihilist ideals. Why can't he come to understand me? Why can't he accept the heart I am desperately placing within his reach? Why must he suffer through this repetitive life with no one to clearly be by his side?

This is the only man I would desperately try to save, to save from the reality. I wish I can negate the effect, and finally bring some ease to him, even if it is death. Ulquiorra why must you always have that expression on your face? The one of a dieing man, and the crying fool. You are not a fool, and you are not dieing, so please let me save you, like you have saved me.

I know you were only doing as you were told, and I know you didn't do anything with me in mind. But I can't refrain myself from thanking you for finally letting me see my inner strength. You broke me away from the naïve world I knew, and finally brought me into what you and I have learned to call reality. Please, live for me, as I have lived for my friends. Don't go without me finally showing you where my heart is, and don't go without showing me where yours is hidden.

I fell in love with your hollow body, and finally sunk into addiction when your dead eyes finally came to life. Your eyes are what captivated me from the beginning, and your eyes will be what will finally finish me off. I do not fear you, nor do I fear when your eyes will finally shut. I wont fear it, as long as I see a flash of life before you go.

I wont be scared, until I realize I won't be able to stare into your bright green eyes anymore.