Gravity
#30 - I watch your back as you walk away
She didn't see them, although she had been dreaming about them for ages. Had wondered what they looked like, how they would taste upon her tongue. Salt pearl drops, melted snowflakes in the middle of the white desert with its white rubble.
Instead, she looked at him for the last time. She didn't notice the very first hints of them in the corner of his eyes because he had schooled himself too well in the art of deception, although the cyan lines on his cheeks seemed to burn brighter against the translucent parlor of his face. What she would have given to touch him, or for the blessing of his touch upon her skin.
She had imagined that they would be icy diamonds, hardening on her palm, promises. Broken emeralds. From his eyes would pour all the jewels of the Nile, molten and liquid; and he would take her and crush her to his strong chest they way he would have had things not been made so complicated. He would breathe her name into her hair and squeeze her shoulders. She would have wrapped her arms around his back and begged him to come with her --
But instead she turned, wordless and weeping, giving into the gravitational pull of the senkai gate that urged her away from the desert of his eyes. The unmerciful green that bore into her back as she disapearred from his sight forever.
Had Orihime turned, she would have seen not emeralds, no jewels, no magic, for Ulquiorra's tears were just that.
Tears.