Thank you for reading! This is a very short one-shot piece...thing. I decided to type this up as a kick-start to my account. Plan on seeing a lot more of me!
Bleach owned by Tite Kubo.
I felt numb, so incredibly cold, yet my heart was alive, thundering against my chest.
I was alone, solidarity sickening, nothing but stale wind and sand about me. I groped around, feeling nothingness.
"Ulquiorra…" I whispered, the name cracking between shaking lips, spoken to clarify my loneliness.
"Ulquiorra!" I cried, my knees giving out, and I fell hard to the dust of Hueco Mundo. The tears refused to pause as I broke down once more. I could feel as my heart shattered into thin shards all around me, and I gave into the piercing pain. "Ulquiorra!"
I could barely hear my screams out of desperation over the yearning, the pining, the lust, the need. It was overwhelming, so unfathomably consuming and engulfing.
I tore at my chest, attempts to tear out my heart, to seize, to simply stop, quit. Glorious relief from hell. Yet despite my vigorous shredding I didn't die, couldn't die. Despite my stubborn fingertips coated with fresh crimson, I stayed whole. Hollow. My tearing echoed within, resounded and filled my throbbing skull.
In the distance, tall and strong, a silhouette. "...Ulquiorra!" I called out, only receiving a simple twitch of a wide, magnificent wing in response. "Ulquiorra!" I screeched, "Help! Please help me! Save me from this!"
As he disintegrated into obsidian ash I died for the hundredth time. Perhaps it was the thousandth? Who counts nightmares anyway? I thought as I laid in bed shaking uncontrollably, attempts to stem persistent streams of tears failing miserably. The silken glow of the silver crescent moon washed over me from my bedroom window.
I would've liked to think the moon was crying too.