hullo. my first fic. short, i know...and it will be the only bleach fic i'll write. for now. yessssssss. RnR please? ^^


I couldn't believe that it all ended like that. Should I expect more?

But I have to learn to accept it. How he went up and passed on, becoming the bes Angel yet. And sometimes, I think, and can only dream of, that he would come down and check on me. Like a child's belief.

Because that was him, never to change.

I still couldn't believe that happened, I guess; even if I force myself to. More events will come, I guess more pains and predicaments, but lesser, since the greatest strike of sadness hit me, the past few days.

I shouldn't be expecting more, if I don't want to be prepared. After all, it ended. My life with him ended.

Faith was all that I have. I have to keep myself strong no matter what cause problems may come.

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It was a few days after his passing. It was a very beautiful timing of death, as Yumichika would refer to.

We…just planned to get married. He proposed to me in the middle of answering telephones and dealing with the wound I gave him. He was really amazing.

And after that, he passed on. Not because he was killed, or anything, but…I don't know. And I think, I don't care.

I didin't have a grudge to anyone at the moment of his death. He was Ulquiorra Schiffer—hostile, mysterious and a thick, unreadable book; but never a liar. He was true, and when I found my heart with him and he saw his world in my eyes, he let me see through him.

Like a ghost. As he was now, or more of an Angel. He left scars. He was jerk, and remained one. I could still remember how the first adorable words came out of his soft lips.

"I love you."

And that was difficult, more than anyone would imagine, for Ulquiorra.

The cold breeze was around me, whistling. It was around five in the afternoon. And I wasn't wearing something nostalgic as the same undergarments and Sunday dress that I wore when he proposed to me. I'm not mushy. And Ulquiorra kind of hates me for that…Ichigo and Renji, too.

As I walked home, I couldn't help but laugh. I thought of things like, what now? He's gone. Is my lovelife wrecked?

And I'd hear the wind say, "No, it isn't." Or it's just me dreaming.

He won't forget me, I know. I don't think it. But I'm worried that I might forget about him…

No.

Ulquiorra is Ulquiorra. And damn, he was the first ever man to let me live my life. He woke me up from daydreaming and sitting around the corner.

And I love him. Not as a man. Like everything.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach.