Here you are. The third part. Part I was Unspoken. Part II was Unheard and this one, Untold is the third. There might be a forth if enough people want one. (Pokes)

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Untold

Of all the things I've believed in,
I just want to get it over with,
tears form behind my eyes,
but I do not cry,
counting the days that pass me by.

He knows that it's the best thing for her. But as her brother leads her away from him, he wants to hit something. He wants to scream . . . pull her back . . anything . . .

But he can't do anything. He just stands there as she walks off into the sunset. Their friends are standing beside him; Ishida . . . Chad . . . Inoue . . . everyone came. They came to say goodbye.

He looks away, as if believing that, if he doesn't watch her leave, she's not gone forever.

But she is.

I've been searchin' deep down in my soul;
words that I'm hearin' are starting to get old,
it feels like I'm starting all over again,
The last three years were just pretend,

When he gets back home, he slowly walks up to his room, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his gaze cast downward. He reaches his bedroom and opens the door, walking inside. He closes the door softly, and looks around the room. He can tell that she was here just this morning.

His bed is still ruffled from where they slept together last night when she had a nightmare, and her scent fills the air.

Screaming in frustration, he slams his fist in the wall and slowly slides down to the floor, his head dropping in between his knees as he tries not to cry.

She's really gone . . .

She'd told him to forget her . . . to move on, and to have a normal life.

How can he?

And I said...

Goodbye to you,
goodbye to everything I thought I knew,
You were the one I loved,
the one thing that I tried to hold onto.

He doesn't sleep that night. Instead, he tosses and turns in his bed, unable to sleep; her scent is assaulting his senses, and he can't calm down. Instead, he gets out of bed and climbs out of the window and up to the roof.

The wind gently sways and washes over him, taking some of the pain with it. But it can never take it all.

How can he live knowing that he never told her?

He never told her . . . that he loved her.

And there, up on top of the roof, while the eerie glow of the moon washes over him and bathes the city in a shadow-filled light, he lets himself cry.

I still get lost in your eyes,
and it seems that I can't live a day without you,
closing my eyes,
and you chase my thoughts away,
to a place where I am blinded by the light,
but it's not right.

After his tears are dried, he lays back on the roof, not caring about the cold. He remembers the last night that he spent out here with her. They talked for a while, about her having to go back.

And she told him that she didn't belong.

He wanted her to stay. He still does.

He could have never imagined the pain that he would feel if she left. He never thought about how it would change his life. She was a large part of his life now . . . she was. She was a bigger part of his life than he admitts to himself. He can't bare to not have her around.

He needs her.

And, sometimes, he hopes that she needs him, too.

He loves her . . . and he hopes she loves him, too.

But he doesn't know. He probably never will, either.

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time,
I want what's yours and I want what's mine,
I want you,
but I'm giving in this time.

"Rukia . . ."

He holds a hand out to the stars, his breath hitching in his throat. Every time he closed his eyes . . . he could see her face.

Once, while they were sitting on the roof, she told him that, if she ever left, she would always be looking at the stars. . .

"Ichigo?"

"Hmm?" he muttered, smiling down at her.

She was laying in between his legs, her back resting up against his chest. His chin was pressed to her head and he was leaning back against the stone chimney. She could hear every beat of his heart, and hear and feel each and every breath he took.

"If I ever leave . . . I'll always be looking at the stars."

"What?" he asked quietly, a little confused.

"We have the same stars. In Soul Society, the stars are the same as here. If I ever leave, I'll always be looking at the stars. Will you look, too, Ichigo?" she asked, tilting her head. Her violet eyes gazed intensely into his. He smiled and let a deep breath out, wrapping his arms round her.

"Yeah. I promise."

"The same stars . . . we're under the same stars," he whispers. "Rukia . . . are you looking?"

Goodbye to you,
goodbye to everything I thought I knew,
You were the one I loved,
the one thing that I tried to hold onto

He smiles when he sees a bright streak of light stream across the night sky. A shooting star. His mom used to tell him that, every time you saw a shooting star, someone had made a wish. And God, who was up in Heaven, would smile upon them and grant their wish. His mom had told him that not only good people got their wished granted.

People who loved got their wishes granted, too.

And so, he wishes . . . he wishes that she understood everything that had been left untold. And he wishes that he could see her again.

And when the stars fall I will lie awake,
you're my shooting star...

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