Gone
I ran to the spot where you last stood. I felt the stone, cold and unforgiving, searching for a tiny piece of you. It could have been no bigger than a grain of sand, but I was determined to find it. I clawed the stone, I felt it digging into my skin and drawing blood from my fingertips. I saw the blood smear the ground where I had ruthlessly searched, but there was nothing. Horror shot through my veins, running with my blood and fusing into every cell.
Now screaming, I dug deeper, looking for you. But alas, you had blown away. I went to the sand and searched for who knows how long. I dropped to my knees, rapidly shifting away the sand, so fast I put sand under my nails that won't ever go away. Sand entered my fingers, much to my pain, and made the cuts wider. Once again I screamed, not in pain, though.
There was nothing. No part of you was in the sand where I stood. I run further, but not far enough to lose sight of Las Noches. But no matter where I looked, every bit of you was gone. I stared at the crescent moon, wailing now. You weren't here either. I tried to reject the sand, hoping it would help. Not even that could find you.
It was then I lost myself. My knees gave out and I fell into the hopeless sand, sobbing. My heart pounded and threatened to break. Tears ran down my face, a never ending river. I wailed, feeling my vocal chords go beyond their limits. I felt pain shooting over very part of my body. I just wanted to die then and there.
But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. A glint of metal, but that was all it took to get my hopes up. I crawled towards it like a mad woman, begging that it was true. It was that bracelet you gave me when you took me. Why it was out there, I will never know. But I took it, plucked it out of that grey sand and stuck it on my wrist. I may have been desperate, but I knew that this couldn't bring you back. Even so, I composed myself and went back, wearing the one thing I could remember you by.
Even now, almost two years later, I wear that bracelet. It has taken the place of my brother's hair pins. I wear it everywhere, as a memory of you. I smile and laugh, but at home I still cry. And even now, I wake up screaming in the middle of the night from the memory of you faded into dust. I've tried to find you in the bracelet. But, honey, it won't reject.
Grrr….angsty Ulquihime. Don't hate me, please. But I loved writing this; I was trying to capture insanity as Orihime was searching for him. And I don't think every fan fic like this should be right up 'And our lips met, sending a spark around my body. This is ecstasy…' No, some of them have to be sad and show the sadder side of the shipping. I hope he returns though. And I have no idea where the last sentence came from, but I hope you like it. Oh, and sorry about the long author's notes.