Breathe Again
He had changed.
He was no longer the boy she knew, the carrot-topped teenager she remembered, and yet that point seemed like so long ago, drowned in a sea of regret and lost in a sky of resolve.
Only now was that age of innocence uncovered, as she opened her tear-filled eyes and was met with none other than…
"Ichigo?"
Was she dead?
…But if she was dead, then was he dead too?
"Yo."
His voice was so familiar, but rougher around its edges and bottomless as she remembered.
She breathed again, he wasn't dead.
He was there before her, seemingly suspended in midair, his cape billowing in the rush of the wind, but his gaze unmoving.
Burning bronze eyes poured into bottomless violet and never wavered. He held her gaze with a passion and confidence she thought she would never see again, his unchanging spirit kindling her eyes with tears.
She noticed his hair was darker but still unkempt, messily falling across his face in bronze locks, illuminated by the smoldering phoenix behind him.
"I'm here to rescue you.
She must be dreaming… only moments ago she accepted her death, and then there he was before her, back dropped by a fulminated phoenix.
His eyes never left hers, smoldering with such passion and resolve that she forgot everything else except the sensation of relief that coursed through her body as she took in his gaze.
"I'm here to rescue you."
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