A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Itazura Na Kiss. All credit goes to their owners. But I love Ichigo so all you Ichigo lovers back off.
Silence
The kind of silence where you cant tell if its good or bad.
Is it good? Or bad?
The suspense is killing me, as he just stares. As he just stares directly at me.
Is it good? Or bad? He looks serious as always as the petals of the trees rush past us.
I wonder, why can't this moment be just as beautiful as the petals that fly by?
I tried to focus on the positive things, and not everything that could go wrong.
The tension was thick, every nerve in my body on edge as I waited for his answer:
" I don't want it."
That's all I heard as the green letter slipped from my fingers on the floor.
That's all I heard as he turned away from me.
As he walked past me, his shoulder brushing against mine as he stepped on the letter.
My beautiful letter that had been rejected.
By the one it was for.
By the one who had that spiky soft orange hair.
By the one who had those brown chocolate colored eyes.
By the one who all the girls loved.
By the one i loved.
By the one named Ichigo Kurosaki.
A/N: Well hello my people. I know this is depressing but hey we all know what happens in the end of Itazura Na Kiss. Well if you liked this piece of poop review for my soul just to see if anyone out there is an ICHIHIME ffaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnn!