Ichigo listened to the beeps of his alarm clock. He was already dressed- that's something you tend to do when you realize there's no point in trying to sleep- these eyes can't close without tossing out a bittersweet picture for him to see.
He hated it.
Those beautiful indigo eyes caused only pain.
That soft blue-black hair brought nothing but heartache.
But he wasn't thinking about her.
It hurt too much.
As Ichigo eventually rose, he slammed his fist on top of the alarm clock. It fell silent. It'd stay silent until he fixed it.
His room was unnervingly blank. He only had two books. His closet was empty. His sheets had been changed to a plain off-white. And there was a reason for its emptiness.
He had removed anything that reminded him of her from his life.
He hated spring.
Because that's when the rabbits came... She loved rabbits.
He never went into the woods.
Because she loved woodland creatures, too.
He never went to Orihime's place.
Because she kept the pictures of her.
He didn't watch the sunset.
Because she loved to watch it with him.
He didn't go out at night.
Because that's when he would go fight hollows with her.
He tried not to think.
Because he kept thinking of her.
He headed down the steps, barely shot a quick goodbye at his sisters, and headed out into the sun.
The sun that he despised.
Why was it so sunny when it was raining so hard?