When we parted
"Are you scared of me? Girl."
"I'm not scared."
"I see"
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra? This… This can't be. He died. He really died, and I couldn't help him.
And he finally found interest in us. In me?
Oh my, Kurosaki-kun why am I thinking like that? What is wrong with me?
No, I am always depending on Kurosaki-kun. I can't do that. Right now he has to rescue the others. I have to be strong.
I… I can't cry, not now. Ishida needs my help…. Help? I could have helped Ulquiorra.
He is so different from Kurosaki-kun. He never tried to protect me. No, he actually played tricks on my mind and hurt my feelings. He insulted my friends and even hurt and almost killed Kurosaki. But I still can't shake this feeling off of me. Why am I so sad? Why does my chest feel as if it will burst? Just like before when I found Ichigo lying on the floor with the hole in his chest.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.
"Inoue? Are you okay?" Ishida's voice feels like ice-cold water running down my body.
I force a smile and say "Yes, I'm fine. But we have to hurry up so you won't lose any more blood."
I hope he doesn't see through me. But it's Ishida we are talking about, and he is after all the most intelligent person I know.
Thank God he doesn't say anything, although the tears are already visible in my eyes.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
Are you scared? I'm not scared. Why am I not scared? I even was scared of Ichigo when he had his hollow mask on. But I never feared Ulquiorra. I could stand up against him. I even hit him in the face. I couldn't stand up against Loly and Menoly. How come I have so much courage when it comes to him?
Though he never harmed me physically.
Why are the thoughts of him so pleasing? I only spent two weeks in Hueco Mundo and still the memories of him give me so much delight.
Oh, I shouldn't cry. But the tears won't stop running.
This pain, this stabbing pain. It seems unbearable. How come I grieve so much over him? And yet I thought I would only feel like this for my friends. Am I this weak? Was Urahara right? Am I nothing but a burden that would cry for every friend or foe? But I didn't cry over those girls who hurt me. So why him? Is he really that dear to me? Why?
In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.
From the first time I met him he was something different, but I never thought that he would become someone special to me.
Why? Why did he have to die? It's not fair! He found interest in us and I … I also found something in him. Bravery, courage and a strong will that all is what I found in Ulquiorra.
I hope he can find a place where he is at peace, with a lot of interesting things. And one day we will meet again. And then I'll show him how much stronger he made me.