You don't think you've ever felt this blank. Well, you suppose that's a lie. You felt like this after you fought with that crazy bastard who loved to fight (although when you look back on it, that covers an awful lot of people in your acquaintance). There is something unnerving familiar about this. Like…
Ah.
Like life is flowing out of you and, when you picture it, you see blood go drip drip drip.
Your eyes are open but you're numbly aware that you can't see anything, can't focus, as if all the processes of your body are focused on trying to keep you alive.
You've started to let go, but a flash of long auburn hair keeps you here. You can't put your finger on who she is, but you know she's important, important and maybe you've let her down.
You feel sad, and then…
You start to feel warm. Is it because of her? Like the warmth of her hair colour seeps into your skin and lights you on fire. Like maybe life is returning and your blood goes undrip undrip undrip (and you picture a guy all in white with glasses scoff at you, that's not a word).
The image has cleared now. You can put a face to the hair. A smile.
God, she's beautiful.
And then you realise it's not in your head anymore. Your vision has cleared and there she is.
You can finally put a name to the face, the hair, the smile (she's smiling at you!).
Inoue Orihime.
You feel glad you didn't let go. And you're glad to have a moment just to stare at her (the first time in what feels like forever) before some other crazy bastard wants to fight you again.
You wish you could stare at her forever and maybe that's what you're fighting for.