Teardrops
A brief continuation of Mirror
The plane was leaving, rising higher into the air, and Ulquiorra Cifer sat alone, fingering the thin silver chain on his neck that held a sapphire pendant. He had never worn it before, as he thought it was too feminine for him to wear, but while he was packing, he had found it and put it on.
Gazing out the window at the shrinking city of Los Angeles below, he couldn't help but wonder if Grimmjow had awoken yet. The answer to his question came when he felt a soft vibration in his pocket. Pulling it out, he discovered that he had just missed a call from Grimmjow and that there was a voicemail waiting for him. Tentatively holding the phone up to his ear, fully expecting to be yelled at, he heard his lover's broken voice, "Ulquiorra. I know where you're going…. I… I may not know why, but I can still come and find you. Ulqui I… just… why would you do this? It makes no sense… I thought… I thought we loved each other…" It ended there, as Grimmjow had been starting to get choked up and hung up. Ulquiorra couldn't help but have a tear roll down his cheek as he bit back a sob.
He was really leaving…