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Chapter 1
It was a half-forgotten dream, both in my hope and fear. Living if you could call it as I was; without purpose, without meaning, without hope or love or fear, and accepting it. That was the most terrific, the acceptance. I knew that nothing mattered, not mine enemy nor mine master, nor mine comrade nor even myself. I never gave thought until now as I neared my twilight. It was unnecessary and foolish; those thoughts were weak, petty. There was no point to emotion, not one person really felt anything. Not a single person really had a soul or even this Heart.
Now at my end, where the soft winds disperse my essence across as silent dust; where her hand offers me a heart, I see that I was utterly and completely wrong. The heart, emotion, the soul! She would offer it to me? how is it only now I see it, what she would ramble constantly about. How important it was to her. And she offers it freely. I see the heart but I do not have one; the hole in my chest is proof enough. With a heart, a soul would my views of it change? If only to understand for a single moment… would be more than an eternity for me. I want this heart. I want to see how she sees, how they all see! If only for my last moments… she holds my heart in her palm; reaching for it. Alas it was not to be, mine time is neigh. I shall never have a heart, though now I would think to understand it; to comprehend, this Heart. I feel it more quickly now, a moment left. My eyes see all, I see the shinigami who plays hollow and the girl with the heart I will never have. The last thing I see, how fitting. Quite truly this is rather drôle , death surely does have the most damnable sense of irony. Unfotunatly nothing can be done, oh well. I accept. Farewell Kurosaki. Farewell Inoue. My one regret is… well I think you get it.