This is the story of how I died. The story of how I gave my life in order to save my loved may think this is one of those cliché stories, and maybe you're right.
Maybe this story is similar to other "this is the story of how I died" stories.
All I know is; this is my story.

The heavy rain, the cold October night, and then there was pain.
As I lay on the cold, wet ground in the dark ally, I see my life flashing before my eyes. The memories I've created these past few years. I remember the happy face of my best friend Ichigo whenever we had fun, and I remember the sweet scent of vanilla that would always linger in the air around him. I remember the fights at school, people looking at him with disgust in their eyes. Nobody really accepted him as he was, gay and madly in love with Renji, the captain of the school's basketball team, and the most homophobic guy you could find.
You can say that's the reason I'm lying in the dark ally in the first place, with cold raindrops falling down on my face. I turn my head and I see him lying next to me with closed eyes. He's out cold.
The pain in my chest is so intense; I dunno how long I can take it.
That coward, just leaving us in the cold to die, just cuz he couldn't handle the confession. Judging by the look on his face though, he obviously never intended to take a life. He makes me sick. He doesn't deserve Ichigos warm and caring heart.
He would have killed him if I hadn't butted in. The knife would have pierced his skin instead of mine, and the blood on the cold, wet ground wouldn't belong to me. But it does, cuz I did but in. I took the knife to my chest in order to save his life. Cuz that's the kind of friend I am.

No, I'm not just his friend; I'm the guy who would gladly give his life for the person he loves, even if that said person didn't feel the same.
So basically, I'm the coward. I never told him how I felt, even though we were best friends.
The pain, it's getting worse. My sight's getting blurry and it's getting harder to breath.
I know I'm not gonna make it, but at least he did. "I love you. Ichigo."
And as I close my eyes, as the last of my breath leaves my body, I feel the warmth of his hand on my cheek and his soft lips against mine.
I love you too. Grimmjow.