Neliel:
I can feel the life slowly leaving my body. As much as I want to live on, as much as I want to stay by his side, I cannot find the will to lift my head at times.
I refuse to eat, but he is beginning to realize my lies. He is beginning to realize my frailty, and I did not wish to pain him.
But I can tell that I am. I don't want him to hurt like I do, but he does. I do not understand it, I never thought he had the capacity to feel such things. Not because he is a man, but because he is Grimmjow Jeagerjacques.
He would not feel some foolish emotion...would he? If only on my behalf? I do not care much for that reasoning. I do not wish to be a burden. I do not wish to tie him down, and keep him from moving on to finding clearer air and better food, something sustaining.
He, however, refuses to move along without me. I, in turn, refuse to move from this spot.
I know I am dying. He cannot see it, or, he refuses to. I do not dare to choose which.
I cannot eat. I simply am no longer hungry. I know I am growing weak. I know I can barely stand on my own. I simply do not care what happens anymore. As long as he is all right, I will be all right.
