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(starts off with Orihime's perspective)
Chp 1
Is This The End?
"Its over."
I read that text again and again, staring at the screen of my phone.
Its over.
I couldn't move my eyes away. Tears began cascading out of my yes.
Its over.
I dropped my phone, and with it I fell on to the cold, cold hard ground.
Its over.
I break down and cry in my otherwise quiet apartment. My tears break through the silence.
There skins touched, sweat mingling.
He whispered sweet nothings in to her ears.
The lights were off, curtains pulled.
He was holding her against the wall, mercilessly plunging into her.
There clothing forgotten was scattered over the floor, bra hooks broken, underwear ripped.
A bead of sweat rolled from his face down to his neck.
His pants hanging off his knees.
He pulled her hair back while kissing her, allowing his tongue to scavenger even further. He just sent the text a few minutes ago, to his now ex girlfriend.
She moaned his name out multiple times like a mantra, "ICHIGO."
He let go of her and they both sat against the wall panting.
"Get out," he said walking back to his room in his new apartment.
And she left.
Three years.
We've been together for three years.
I've known him since I moved here from America, eight years ago. I was in the seventh grade and we had one class together. He would always get picked on during middle school. It was before he became so tall and started working out. But he still fought, he never let anyone beat him, talk him down. A lot of people were afraid of him. But not me. It started off with a crush. I would always watch him in class. He would always watch the board. He never noticed me in middle school, he was always with his friend 'Chad'. But I noticed him and I was never able to get over him. Later, with in time, that crush turned into love.
I fell in love.
I fell so hard in love.
I was in love with Ichigo Kurosaki
I Orihime Inoue was deep, deep in love with Ichigo Kurosaki
We had even more classes together freshman year. He grew a few inches and started to slowly lose baby fat. People were starting to notice him. I would still watch him sometimes during class. Half way through the year we had to work on a partner project. Ichigo was my partner. We ended up getting an A on that project, but that wasn't the only thing I received. I made a new friend. He was so kind. I actually got to know the real Ichigo Kurosaki. The project took us a week to finish. Everyday afterschool he would walk me to my house and stay there for hours. We would talk. We would eat. We would laugh. We would work on homework together. And sometimes we worked on the actual project. That slowly became a habit and we did that for the rest of the year. We were 'homework buddies' that was his nickname for us. One day after school he took me to his house. I met his family. They were so kind like! His mom was beautiful. His dad was hilarious. His baby sister grew on me. That wouldn't be the last time I visited their house.
The year after that we got even closer. We hung out during lunch. I met his friends, he met mine. That year he also grew another few inches and the working out was paying off. He grew muscle and lots of it.
That was also the same year he asked me for advice on girls. I didn't think anything importance of it at the time, I answered all his questions. He had a lot of questions. Little did I know, I had dug my own grave. The next day I would find out he was dating someone else. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. My heart would rip every time I would see them pass down the hall. He didn't walk me home that day; he was with her, Rukia Kuchiki. She was new to our school but had known one person when she came. Renji Abarai, Ichigo's best friend. They lasted a few weeks, around sometime during the second week he walked me home. And I pretended nothing happened. His words, his smile, his scowl, his laugh, everything he did made me happy. The cuts on my heart slowly closed up, the scars disappeared. He fixed me. Later that same day he told me about her. He told me everything. I pretended it didn't matter. During the conversation, I laughed a lot actually. Even when he talked about their first time. He said he didn't even know what he was supposed to do. It wasn't awkward or anything, nothing could be awkward with him. But it did hurt. It hurt a lot. I felt some of those scars open back up. But it didn't matter, because I still got to be with him, as a friend. And I was okay with that because I was still with him.
I didn't date anyone that year, but he did. A week after we had that 'wonderful' conversation about her, he had moved on. To a different girl this time. She was a year ahead of us, a junior. She was pretty and tall, curvy but skinny. She had short curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She was very nice; I had actually talked to her a few times. This time around he still hung out with his friends, our friends, during lunch. I actually saw him this time around. During the week he would sometimes walk me home but most of the time he was with her. They lasted a week. The rest of the year went by like that, each time the girl was perfect. I lost count after twelve. I felt bad for the girls but there was nothing I could do.
During the summer, we went out a lot with our friends. Sometimes we went camping, others to the beach. It would bother me when I saw other girls checking him out but, I tried to ignore it. He was gorgeous. I honestly don't blame them. It was funny when it was the other way around though. He treated me like an older brother would, like my older brother would have if he was there. I remember we were walking down the beach with all of our friends; I was wearing this new blue bikini I had bought. We drove a rented car there I had a t-shirt and short shorts over my bikini. But when we got there I took my t-shirt off. We were walking to the area we wanted to sit in on the other side of the beach. We had food, lots and lots of food. We were planning on having a little picnic barbeque mash-up. On the walk to the other side I noticed many people's eyes on me. It was nerve wrecking. When he saw some guy hit on me he came and put his muscular arms around my waist. Then he said "back the fuck off, she's mine," the guy didn't say anything else, one look at Ichigo and he apologized saying he didn't know I was taken. After he left I laughed. He only removed his arm once from around my waist and that was when I took my shorts off. That trip was my all time favorite.
He would come over sometimes; he even met my brother once. My brother lived with me but was rarely ever home, he had work and was extremely busy. I would sometimes see him once a week or not at all, but with our hectic schedules it was usually the latter. My mother was a successful business woman also busy, but she lived in America. It was just her, my brother, and I. I was never close to my mother but she was always there for me financially. When my brother moved out because his company was moving headquarters, he wanted me to desperately come with him, but I refused. I didn't want to leave my friends; I didn't want to leave him. The new headquarters were still in Japan, but it was a few hour drive from my current home in Karakura. My mother paid for the new apartment I lived in, I didn't want anything fancy. My brother visited during the holidays and my mom visited once every year for a few days. My friends had never met my mom and I was kind of thankful for that, she was scary. She had claws.
The summer went by all too quickly and junior year started. He was still the same, he had a new girl there each week but this year there were no titles. He was still always there and I was thankful for that. He was always there for me. But he would never come to me when he had a problem or something was happening in his life. He would always go to our other friend, Rukia. It kind of hurt me but she helped him. And she made him happy. As long as he was happy I didn't care. His happiness meant the world to me, he meant the world to me.
That summer I spent the entire time with my friends. After all, it was our last summer together. Next year during this time we would be working, going to college, starting our lives…
I put that all behind me and enjoyed my summer once more. I still loved him but I was tired of waiting. I was 16 and still didn't hadn't experienced my first kiss. We were camping in the woods. There was a college party going on a few miles away. It was Keigo's idea that we drop by… I had never drunk alcohol in my life but there's a first to everything right? We were standing outside, it was dark but the lanterns were lighting up the area. The music was loud, it was so loud! I could feel the beat in sync with my heart, the vibrations echoed off my skin. I had a red plastic cup in my hand and it was my third drink. I was having trouble walking straight but managed. Looking up I saw Rukia was dancing extremely close to Renji by a tree. Tatsuki was with Chad behind the tree on the opposite side. Uryu was talking, well was talking before he began to make out with some random girl by the table that had all the alcohol on it. Keigo was dancing in a group of girls while Mizuiro was no where to be seen. Then I saw Ichigo. He was making out with some girl. I was pissed. And jealous. But mostly pissed. There was some guy that was following me around all night and he was actually not bad looking. I walked up to him; he was only a few feet behind me. Grabbing him around his neck and standing on my toes, I kissed him. My first kiss was a with a drunk college student who had been stalking me for the past hour. It was awkward, rushed, and felt weird. His lips immediately moved against mine, fiercely. He began to move his hands down my back and I felt kind of uncomfortable. I opened my eyes just in time to see him being ripped off of me.
"What the hell do you think your doing!?" Ichigo began to yell at me.
"Nothing" I slur, trying to balance my self on my wobbly to feet.
"Orihime what the hell, have you been drinking?" He questioned angrily.
-taking the cup out of my hand and he pours the content out, then crumbles it up and throws it far away into a bush-
"We're leaving, now." He began to drag me with him.
"Noo," I attempt to push him off.
"Yes, now," grabbing my hand we headed back to our camp site.
He was mad I could tell but I didn't know why.
" Why are you mad," I question while leaning on him to keep my balance.
"What do you mean 'why am I mad'? My best friend got drunk out of her mind and some douche bag was hitting on her. He was taking advantage of you and you expect me to just stand there and watch?'' He angrily threw at me cursing under his breath.
"That doesn't mean you should be mad at me! It was my choice, not yours. I should be upset I didn't even know him that was my first kiss." I said looking down at my shoes, I felt embarrassed and low.
He suddenly stopped walking.
"Was… was that really your first kiss?" His fist began clench, his face darkened, illuminated by the moonlight.
"Yeah it was… And I just ruined. I was saving that, I wanted it to actually mean something with someone I actually cared about." Tears began to form in my eyes.
"Mean something huh?" He smirked.
"Yeah," I mumble out with my gaze still on the ground.
With his finger under my chin, he lifted my face up and kissed me. It was gentle and slow. We split apart only when we needed air.
He asked me out that night in the woods.
I said yes.
That year was the best year of my life. Senior year was just amazing. We had almost all our classes together, there were no other girls and one night stands. It was just us. I was so happy. I would think of him every morning and every night. He would stay at my house for hours. The first month he said that this was the longest he'd ever been serious with someone. We were happy. I always had wanted an occupation with helping others and becoming a nurse was my answer. He helped me make that decision. Ichigo wanted to be a doctor. We planned on going to the same school together, to Tokyo University.
He met my mom senior year, she loved him. He had always known my brother so it was no big surprise when I told him me and Ichigo were dating. I had also known his family since freshman year and would always visit them even when he wasn't there, even before we began dating. I was great friends with his sisters. And grew to love his mom and his father's silly antics. It was literally my second home.
By the end of senior year we both got into Tokyo University, it was the best news of my life. I called my brother and he told me he was proud of me. Tokyo University wasn't the only school I was accepted in, I was also accepted into this really great school in America but I didn't want to go there. I wanted to be with Ichigo. I told my mom and she was furious, claiming this was the chance for me to come back to America and start my life with her. Saying that the school in America was 'so much better'. She yelled at me for missing such a great opportunity. But I didn't want that. I didn't care about the school. I was just happy because Ichigo and I were starting our lives together. Japan became my home after all I was half Japanese. My brother lived here his company was located here. All my friends I grew to love were here!
We grew even closer than we were before, which sounded almost impossible. But then again, nothings impossible. He never pushed anything on me and never tried to influence me to do something I didn't want. I had my first time with him seven months into the relationship. He refused at first but when I told him I wanted it, he finally agreed. He said it was his first time ever that he almost forgot to put a condom on…
That summer we got a job at the same work place, a restaurant. We spent every minute of ever day together. But sometimes when something bad happened in his life, he would ignore me and go to Rukia. She would fix him. Whenever I would try to talk to him about it, he would out right ignore me. She helped him; something I apparently couldn't do very well and I couldn't help but be only problems that were ever there were when he would purposely push me away. I would always want to help but he would ignore me, so I would give him even more space to cool down. It would probably happen once every year. He would always apologize after and say it wasn't my fault. I would believe him but in the end, always had my doubts. I couldn't help it.
We went to college together a month into our summer. We had some classes together because our occupations were in the same field. He still lived with his parents and I had my own apartment. We were busy with school and work but still found time for each other, we made it work. We had been together for a year. I was planning on schooling for four years straight right after high school and I could work at a registered nurse. Ishin, Ichigo's father, even said he already had an open spot for me, I laughed it off but still thanked him none the less. I knew Ichigo would always follow in his fathers steps. He grew up around that and was always the type of person to help others. He was planning on rushing his schooling also, he already had years of experience. He wanted to finish his studies in four years too.
After the summer of our senior year, we were together for another two years and it was amazing. I was so in love and every day that love would become even stronger, I would fall even harder.
And then after three years he dumped me.
Over text.
And I didn't even know why.
I loved him.
I had fallen so hard in love with Ichigo Kurosaki.
And it all ended with a text.
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