He stood at the waters edge watching the tide try to reach his feet. The water was calm under the night sky, as if time had stood still. He sluggishly looked around only to see darkness and a far away glimmer of a street lamp that was behind him. Moving the bottle in his hand to his lips he took the last sip, it was now empty, just like him. The liquor had burned his throat and added to his already intoxicated state of mind. He stood still; only slight swaying from trying to balance himself upright. The sun will start to rise soon; he needed to hurry before anyone sees him. His eyes locked onto the dark abyss again and he took a slight step forward. Water steadily touched his feet; even through his shoes it felt cold. 100 meters more and everything will be over at last.

Uquiorra Cifer in the eyes of others was the poster child of perfection. At 21 his prospects where looking high by being labeled a Genius by professors and fellow students. Especially With his straight A's and flawless execution of any assignment, no matter the subject. With a lean and muscular body with exceedingly attractive features, Men wanted to be him and women wanted to be his special someone.

None of that matter to Uquiorra though. Something was missing from his life; he had a void that since a young child had never been filled. He was sick of feeling this desolation within himself. The only solution in his mind was to kill himself.

The plan was perfect, get intoxicated and drown, he couldn't swim but his pride would never admit that to anyone. His apartment was near the beach, no more then a 15-minute walk. He didn't even bother to write a note to say goodbye. Before he set off for the beach he sat at his desk staring at a blank sheet of paper. For someone was about to die he had little to say about his life or to anyone.

His parents only cared about outward appearances. His father, Urien Cifer, was major of Sakarou, the very city he grew up in and now study at university. His mother, Jacqueline Cifer, felt that being the major's wife and having status was above everything else and working at any job would be beneath her. He grew up in a household with little affection, if any it was forged for the eyes of the public. Both mother and father expected the top scores in school and to be at the top of any activity Ulquiorra took part in. even after meeting their expectations there was little praise or acknowledgement. After the age of 14 he stopped hoping that one day they would look his way. It was probably then that his personalities turned to what is today, hollow and unfeeling. The gap between them grew even larger after he informed them that he would be pursuing a history degree at college. They had always wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer or even fallow in his fathers footsteps and do politics.

He had people who called themselves his friends but he never knew if was because they actually liked him or if it because of his families position in town. Most were sons or daughters of other politicians that he had met at events. In his classes he was quite but people still approached him with obvious alternative motives He gave little thought to the matter because he had always liked being alone rather in the company of those who where fake. In some sense he could not trust others and never met anyone with pure intentions toward him.

The water was at mid thigh and his feet felt like they where rooted into the rocky sand below. The sun had risen and the sky was filled with vibrant hues of orange and pink.

"Still time," he mumbled under his breath. Thinking that people would not inhabit the beach so early, especially when the weather has been getting colder.

The alcohol was still very much in his system causing his eyes to cloud over making his vision blur. He could barely stand up anymore and he found himself on the verge of passing out. His heart raced as he thought of the reality of his last moments on earth came closer and closer. Weather it be his passing out and drowning or walking until his feet no longer touched the ground, his time was short. Looking up at the sky one last time he tumble backwards with the awareness that he would not be picking himself up again. Closing his eyes he took one last breath. The fall seemed to happen in slow motion and the world went silent but just before his head went under water he thought he heard angelic voice yelling in the distance.

….

He slowly opened his eyes and gazed up into the sky. The sun was high and was warm against his skin. He felt comfortable and light and his mind was clear as though the cold water or alcohol had never happened.

"Ahh, I am dead," he breathed out lightly closing his eyes again to bask in the sunrays. He couldn't help but feel slightly dejected. In many ways he wanted this but he never really thought about what the future would hold for him.

"Nope! But you did give it your best shot"

His eyes shot open and quickly looked to the source of the voice. Ulquiorra was in utter shock; sitting next to him was a young girl with auburn hair watching him with a wide smile.