Prompt #2: First Kiss; May 2011. Rating: PG.
First Kiss
And just like that, he is gone.
Orihime lowers her outstretched hand.
Where had he gone? The dry breeze is already scattering ash over the grey sands of Hueco Mundo. Even if she could gather every speck, Ulquiorra would not be there. Had he been one soul or a thousand? She pictures them like shooting stars, skirring forward before the wind. Tomorrow, would they wake somewhere in new bodies—at peace?
Her fingers brush her ruined skirt. She looks down; sees the smudge.
Had he felt it, at the end?
She raises her fingers to her lips; presses them there.