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"Kurosaki…kun…" the soft voice pleaded, barely audible to those standing next to her. Still, the salty tears that ran down her face were largely ignored, or rather, very much understood.
The sight of it tore her heart to pieces, crashing against the ground with the faintest sound of tingles, like breaking glass. Her hand trembled so close, yet so far, from it. She clutched her arm against her chest, barely rising from short, uncertain breaths. She pinned her arm close, afraid of adding her sense of touch to that of her stained eyes; of tricking herself even further with something so impossible.
No…
…it couldn't be true…
"Kurosaki…kun…"
'Why?'
'Why?'
She stared with a perverted sense of longing to it. She wanted to touch, wanted to show her eyes that it wasn't true. Show her heart that her fervent sobs were for naught. That with one touch, she would be shedding tears of joy because she worried for nothing.
'Why…why….why…?"
The wound where the crimson flowed from was shallow. It was merely superficial; a brook that was not even an inch deep.
…That those cold lifeless eyes that stared back were simply that of shock from the attack. His mouth that was now agape would soon form a smile; a wide smile of joy upon seeing her face, seeing her safe.
The lowly wails that brought a cool touch of wind against her hair sought not to comfort her. The illuminated sky above was hiding the dark moonlit night of the world around them, the dead of tree branches that reach upwards to escape their own sad fate.
Like that of his outstretched arm lying on the ground toward her, even now seeking to pull her out of this hell, to keep his promise, and bring her back home where she belonged.
'…No…' Her arm shivered to feel his touch once again, '…N-no…' to take his hand and just leave as he intended.
"…no…" her voice trembled, fighting back against the hope she wanted, the naivety that served only to crush her spirit even more. "…NO!!"
She fell to the ground, her body shaking all throughout. She clasped her fingers in-between his, feeling, pulling, squeezing his hand with hers, and waiting for a reaction, any reaction. She crawled toward him, closing the distance between them so they wouldn't be so far apart, so his eyes didn't look so far off into the distance to find her.
"…please…"
She brought his hand close to her chest, pressing it with wanting in her breath, in her mind, in her heart. He would remember how to breathe if he just felt her chest rise and fall with every deep inhale and exhale. He would cringe to see tears on her face, and wipe them off her cheek.
He would embrace her like she wanted, as she lay next to him on the ground. He would wrap his arm like she did now, making her feel that they were the only ones in the world.
"…Kurosaki…kun…"
She didn't want to be alone.
Author's Note: Where the hell did this come from? How the heck could I write this all of a sudden? Why can't I do a cute Orihime x Ichigo pairing without coming up with this kind of stuff first!?
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