This is an accompaniment to my one one-shot, Good Morning, Ulquiorra. I feel much better having written its "other half".
A multi-chaptered UlquiorraxOrihime fanfic is in the works. Thank you all for being patient with my randomly thought-up one-shots! And thank you so much for all the positive support.
Bleach owned by Tite Kubo.

Woman, you look so sad. Why? Everyday your smile is weak and your eyes distant.

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Your eyes are beautiful.

I remember being entrapped by your soft gaze that held no hesitation and showed no malice. You were kind and because of that, I was stricken. I honestly believe, now, that you have changed me for the better. Have I changed you for the worse? Watching over you, I cannot help but to think that I have. Make me speechless, woman, frozen with awe and inexplicable feeling! …Like you used to.

…You are lost, this is clear to me.

You had showered me with dappled sunlight that I was too broken to understand. The touches we shared were precious, I am regretful that I only realize this now. What if… What if I did know? What if in the moment I was able to truly admire, appreciate, cherish? I am pained…so pained… You deserve more than this, woman, more than me. Why do you refuse to let go?

Look at you, a wilted petal flushed by anguish amongst the filth of humanity. You are tossed around like you were nothing but I assure you, you are everything. If it was in my power to do so I would save you from cruel reality, cruel emotion, cruelty. The world is lucky to have you, it should treat you better.

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Where am I?

It is so cold here, this oblivion. It is almost unbearable, the frigid nothingness. Now knowing fluttering warmth I desire nothing else. I wish for it to fill me up, expel engulfing demons, soothe my troubled mind. You did as such, woman. You are warmth and I need you. It is a perpetual lust.

Can you hear me? Can you feel me?

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I think I am crying. I cannot be sure. Everything is unclear here.

How long has it been since we last touched? My mind tends to wander back to that one night when you showed me true summer and melted snow into forced-bloom. You left me like this, a garden… Suddenly I am angry. At you? Myself? My reason is misted by silvered emotion.

Emotion.

I am feeling.

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I am so sad, woman.

Woman, no…Orihime. Why are you- No, please, Orihime, stop crying. I am a fool to have left you in such a state as this.

Why. Why. Why. …Why?

Can you hear me? Please, listen! I am screaming, my voice is echoing and shocking my ears, it is deafening. But why is it so quiet? It is as if I had suddenly been thrust back into the sands of my demise and I see you. You are reaching out to me. You silently weep. You…

I am reaching through a blizzard of ash to relieve you. If I kiss away your tears with nonexistent lips, would you feel me? Would you sense me?

I think about you all the time. If I exert all that I am, a remembrance of fulfillment ensues and I feel happiness. Do the same for me, Orihime. Remember happiness, it would put me at ease in the midst of all this uncertainty. May your dreams be untroubled tonight.

Your tears have stopped.

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I see a light. It is faint but enough. I assure you, it is enough.

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Thank you.