Days Without Human Contact: 175
I'm lying in a cave. The ceiling isn't interesting but I'm staring at it anyway, lost in thought. I'm not angry anymore. Not sad, not happy. I'm just...nothing. Have been for God knows how long.
It's not any easier.
It's not fair.
It's not right.
Why?
Why did I have to lose him again?
I'm pulling at straws thinking about how it was even possible, but why does it matter? It doesn't. I can't cry anymore. I eat and drink, as often as I can, but I don't feel it's worth it. Still, something's driving me on. Telling me to wait. But for what?
Toshiro may have miraculously turned back into a human, but he was murdered by the undead again anyway. He sacrificed himself so I could get away. Now I'll never get him back.
Why did I run?
I'd have rather died with him back there. But the panic, and the sadness...I had to just run away from it all at the time.
Groans echo from the mouth of the cave.
This is it, I think. This is when they'll get me.
I don't care.
The first one stumbles around the corner, and I close my eyes, waiting for the first tear of flesh from my bones.
A footstep, different to the shuffling of the undead.
The slice of something thin and sharp and dangerous through air, then through flesh and bone.
I look.
Bright blue eyes. Snow white hair.
I sit up. I'm alarmed, panicked, bewildered.
Shinigami uniform.
How...?
A hand reaches towards me from the darkness, the sword in the other catching moonlight.
"Follow me."
I throw myself into his arms.