A/N: WARNING WARNING WARNING! This fic contains spoilers up to chapter 353 in the manga. So leave now if you don't want to know.
Anyway, I just saw the spoilers for 353 and first off: cried. Secondly: went into mourning. And lastly: Wrote a fanfic.
Anyway, it's sort of a poem, sort of a story. UlquixHime, from Hime's general point of view.
Wrote it in pretty good time and NOT beta'd so any spelling/grammar please tell me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
She knew the whole time he would do this.
She knew, when she had first seen him, because some one with eyes like his, piercing and all knowing, had to be trouble.
She knew, when he came to her and made his offer, because for someone who didn't believe in hearts, he seemed to understand hers more than she did.
She knew, when he threatened to force-feed her, because his duty was shared with hers and he would not let them fail.
She knew, when she first touched him, because her hand slapped his face in a movement that had happened so fast she wondered if it even happened.
She knew, the first time they kissed, because his lips, unlike every other part of him, were soft and gentle against her own.
She knew, when she had woken up the next morning to find him gone, because suddenly she felt lonelier than she ever had.
She knew, as she sat there being beaten by those girls who hated her for her power, because all she wanted was for him to save her.
She knew, the second she saw the man she had always thought she loved lying there defeated, because her heart wasn't sure what to do.
She knew, when she saw him disappear in the confusion that was his supposed comrade's attack, because she had stop worrying about the man she was healing and started worrying about where he had gone.
She knew, as he burst from nowhere and accepted his master's command, because within the fear she felt relief.
She knew, when he touched her chest and asked why he could not see her heart, because she wanted to tell him he would see it if he looked into a mirror.
She knew, as she watched him stop his enemy from saving her, because unlike everyone else she could see the real emotion in his attack.
She knew, during that whole fight, through every hit and every transformation, because on that platform there was only one man she truly loved, and at the time she didn't know which one he was.
She knew, as the tables turned and he flew in to save her friend, because he had just given her his last gift.
She knew, as she held out her hand to him, because she could see the words in his eyes that said he loved her.
And she knew, as he floated away as ashes in the wind because her eyes said the same thing.
Staring at the dark ceiling, love lost and heartbroken, Orihime knows.
Ulquiorra could only bring despair.
A/N: I'm sad he's gone… At least Kubo left us with an image that I think is tragically romantic. Or romantically tragic. Either way.
Anyway, thank you for reading.