Hey there! This is just a random one shot written after listening to "Fix You" too much. Just as a reminder, this is FANfiction. I don't own the song or the anime/manga. With that, enjoy!

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He wasn't there for it. The most important moment of all history and he was across town with friends. They were laughing and joking. How did he not realize what had happened?

"Hey there," he smirked, walking up to the youth in a bar they both were known to frequent. He looked up with his lovely brown eyes and a smile.

The other's lips quirked up in a quick smile.

His phone rang and he glanced at it. It was his sister, Nel. He rolled his eyes and pocketed the damn thing so he could get back to his beer and friends. He only met with them once a week. He was allowed that small chunk of time, right?

He should have answered that damn phone.

A laughing voice shrieked from above him. He stepped back quickly to observe his handiwork.

The youth was positively flying. The swing was creaking ominously but they both brushed it off. The way the youth twisted showed the smiling face of his beloved. He beamed back.

Nnoitra was telling them all about his brush with death via motorcycle for the nth time since he got the thing. They laughed and told him to just sell it. It wasn't worth a life.

His time with these friends wasn't either, he thinks now.

They were lying in bed together after a particularly hard day for both of them. They looked at eachother and seemed to experience a moment of telepathy.

They loved eachother and that was all they said. They slept easy that night.

Laughing still, he excused himself from the table to make a restroom break. He took care of his business and tried calling Nelliel back.

"Hey there," he grinned. He knew the other liked it when he was being a flirt.

He just looked at him.

"Hey, Nel. Saw you tried calling. Sorry I didn't answer," he said before Nel could speak. It was best to get all of it out of the way.

"I love you."

At the admission, the younger teared up and grabbed him in a tight hug. They kissed and it was all very romantic for them.

It didn't escape him that the other didn't reciprocate.

"…Nel? I said sorry."

The sound of tinny sobbing came from the mobile.

"I love you-"

"Hey, smile for me would you?-"

"What's wrong?-"

"I promise everything will be okay-"

"It's just a bad patch. We'll be okay."

So Nel told him exactly what happened. He smiled a bit at first in confusion and it dropped almost immediately.

He didn't respond. He shut the device and stored it in his pocket.

"Ichigo, I don't understand. I really don't."

"I know, Grimmjow."

"I'm sorry."

"I know that too."

Grimmjow left the men's room and went back to the table. As immature and goofy as they were, they still could tell something was wrong.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"You look like crap," they expressed caringly.

"Hey there," Ichigo smiled for the first time in days as Grimmjow entered the room. He grinned back.

"What's the occasion?" Grimmjow asked, looking at the small dinner Ichigo made for them.

"It's a good day," he said breezily.

"Nel called me."

Last night. God, just last night they had been talking about moving. Ichigo had grown tired of a big city life and they both wanted out.

They had just been laughing. They were planning a future together.

"He's gone…"

Grimmjow tried to get him to smile. He tried to make him feel good. He made him take his pills and see the doctors. Grimmjow tried. He tried his very best.

"Ichigo killed himself."