Dreams of Flying

by Darksknight

He was supposed to be gone. Scattered, ashes in the wind. She knew she just lonely, despite all the people around her. She was looking for him in her memory to push off the sadness that was settling around her, to convince herself she was home somehow. That had to be it, she was imagining him. So why, when she reached, did it feel like the air reached back?

3. Reaching

Ichigo looked down over the side of the roof, Rukia seated beside him. He could see the tree that some of his female friends frequented for lunch- he could even see them. Tatsuki was one of the girls that usually sat beneath the tree, but for some reason just for the day she had decided to sit up on the roof with him.

"Is Orihime usually that detached from the group?" Rukia asked Tatsuki. She had been looking, too.

Tatsuki frowned. "No... not usually."

Ichigo squinted. "What's that she's doing with her hand?"

Tatsuki didn't even bother to look; she knew what he was talking about. She simply shrugged, looking away. "Reaching."