Ulquiorra stood there, on his knees, before Grimmjow. The rain was pouring, soaking both boys. Grimmjow had an awful, worried, scared expression on his face. He stood there watching the younger boy in front of him. Ulquiorra was shaking violently from the cold and pain, his cheeks had tears running down them, and blood was splattered all over his face. He finally opened his bloody lips to speak, and these were the words he said… "And When I Start To Fade Away Completely Before Your Eyes, All I Ask Is That You Say You'll Miss Me...Even If It's A Lie." He lowered his head, more tears falling from his cheeks. He fell to the side, slowly, landing on the ground and laying on his back. His eyes were open and staring into the sky. Grimmjow suddenly kneeled to the ground beside the fragile boy and held him in his arms. "Don't…" Grimmjow pleaded to the boy, still holding his shaking body. "Please don't." He continued. Ulquiorra gathered the last of his energy and gently placed a cold, shaking hand on Grimmjow's left cheek. "I…I love you…Grimmjow. I always have. I always will." The younger one managed to speak softly. "No!" Grimjow yelled, now starting to cry. The hand fell limp, sliding off his cheek. Ulquiorra's strong green eyes were open, the tears stopped falling. Grimmjow screamed to the heavens, wailing and crying. The youngest Espada was gone. Ulquiorra Schiffer…was no more.