~Prologue~
No matter what he did, Ichigo would always find his feet wandering back to the same spot. He stood at the foot of his old friend's grave. His first and only love's grave. 'Rukia Kuchiki' Ichigo ran his hand along the indentations that spelled her name. This place was almost the same as it had been six years ago. At first, the pain from the memories that her grave brought back was too much for Ichigo to bear. Now, he wound that her could handle it. The pain was still there though; a dull ache in his chest where his heart was that reminded him of what he had lost.
Rukia.
If only he had confessed sooner rather than hiding his feelings from her for so long. Even if she did not return his feelings, it would have left Ichigo with one less regret in his life. He placed the flowers he had been carrying right in front of her grave. He paused for a moment, breathing in the fresh scent that the lilies gave off. They had been her favorite flower. Rukia's favorite flower. His phone rang, a welcome distraction to the sadness that lingered here. Ichigo checked it: it was Renji. He sighed, knowing what his friends would say if he told them where he was.
"Why can't you just let her go?"
Love was not something you could ever let go no matter how much time passed. He could never let her go. Ichigo turned around and walked away to a place where he could pretend to be completely happy.
A.N.: I have no idea how I got this idea. I was reading fanfictions, and the idea came to me when I was trying to sleep. I'm sorry it's so short. I know this fic seems really sad right now, but I promise that this fic will have a happy ending! :3 I hate sad endings. In truth, I actually wrote this before I wrote my one shot, but I held back on this one, posting the one shot first. I wasn't sure when I was writing the one shot, but I have decided now that I am going to put Sixth Cycle on hiatus for a bit. Won't be too long, I promise! I will finish writing every single one of my fics no matter what.
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