She remembered the sensation of flying, the cool air brushing sensually against her exposed flesh. It was a faint memory, one she tried to grasp tightly within her clammy palms and never let go. Suddenly, she remembered the feel of dark hair, the silky tendrils caressing her rosy cheeks gently. It tickled, she thought in awe. Searching around her brain confused, seeking to find the vivid image of the figure.
A gasp emanated from parted lips, the sound breaking the silence that once clung to her painted walls. Orihime sat up then, the sudden image of verdant eyes startling her from her stupor. She raised her hand outwards, reaching towards the eyes that spoke volumes of anguish and pain. They called to her, calling out for her with the intensity of it's gaze. She couldn't breathe then, the functions of her lungs ceasing to work as her heart beat rapidly from the adrenaline. She dropped her hand swiftly, forcing the heavy limb to grasp the thin material of her shirt. She couldn't breathe, not with all the sudden memories of him drowning her. Her tears fell then, rushing down her flushed cheeks from the despair that clung to her very being. "Ulquiorra...why?" She whispered into the silence of her room, the realization of him erasing her memories plunging her into a comatose state.