What is this pain? This pain that smothers all the other strange feelings within myself; the ache that threatens to overcome me everyday; everyday that I see that strange girl. Her hair is a contradiction on its own, clashing against the colorless plane around her. Her smile is misplaced here, a place where only smirks of mischief, and angry frowns are only present.
Why did they bring this girl into my world? I was safe within the barrier of no emotion, and content with the knowledge that I suffer for nothing. She came, and tore every thought and idea into pieces . I do not know what I feel for her deed. It is something that continues to burn me as time passes.
I was trapped within the fury of these sensations, and I knew that I would never be able to escape. I don't know why she affects me in such ways, whenever I am to walk into her room. I don't know why these alien desires take me over and force me to ponder things that I never before ever thought of doing. Why do I feel my chest is about to tear open whenever fresh tears are in her eyes?
Why must she smile at me with the innocence I thought was all but dead? This woman, no Orihime Inoue is a contradiction on its own. She speaks of the organ called the heart as if it were something significant, and she smiles at me whenever I ask her over and over of what it is. This woman, I surmised would be the death of me, but I never knew it would be a death of my coldness, of the emotionless mask I have had for centuries.
She had grasped my hand one day, and stared into my eyes. They had shone with an emotion I never had seen come from her, and she smiled at me once more. She spoke to me of how it is to love, and how the heart is something that ties all our emotions together. I was confused as she spoke of it, and stared at her oddly until she did something I never thought she would do.
She grasped my hand tightly, and planted her lips against my own. The warmth of it burned me, and I found myself sinking into the burning within our lips and my chest. It was too late for me to take the odd notion back, and I later found that it would be something I would regret. Whenever I were to come into the room, she would smile like that night, and that emotion would force itself out.
She had done something to me, and I know that I will never be able to undo the damage she had made. I have fallen into something that I will never be free of. A desire that will never be quenched, and a never ending cycle of pain and loss of control that I know will later be my own demise.
Why Orihime Inoue, have you done this to me?
