Third piece. Much happier, I think. Only real warning is the language. And again with the fluffy….Ichigo's POV

Miss You

It had grown to be a habit, I guess. I just never noticed until she was gone. It took me a while to get used to her not being in my closet. I'd open the door and expect her to be lying there, with a murderous look on her face because I'd barged in. I'd expect to find the closet floor all cluttered, pages from those stupid books she'd read on…anything, really. God, the stuff she'd do. All the stupid shit. How the hell did I put up with it? Why? Even now, I keep asking myself that stupid question.

And I was finally getting used to the idea of being alone again. I can't ever forget what I've learned, about my world, about hers. But I don't want to depend on anyone. I've fixed up a routine I'm comfortable with. I made peace with the thought of her gone. As long as she's happy….what do I care?

And then, like the stupid bitch she is, she appears again. God, like if she isn't a hundred years old! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! And I can't fuckin' help feeling relief at seeing her. And the stupid words just fall out of my mouth.

Miss me?

She shouldn't.

She has her life back, her friends, her family, her work.

She shouldn't.

She can't notice my absence in her long, never-ending life. It's small. It's insignificant.

And it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have asked. Because I don't care.

I'm not supposed to.

But she's staring at me like she's really thinking about the answer. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, arms crossed over the chest. And instead of answering the god-damn question, she repeats it back to me.

Miss me?

Miss her?

…God…

I can't lie about this. She'd know in a second. And she probably won't leave me alone until I tell her.

But she doesn't bother to wait for my answer. She gives me her own.

Yes. I do.

I can't help but to feel it again.

Relief.

How am I supposed to answer back?

I don't think I can.

I think I'd rather just get it over with…

and…

a blue moon hangs onto the sky outside the window

soft…

I didn't think lips could be this soft…