Orihime stood up, looking at the last letter she had created. With tears in her eyes, she whispered goodbye for the last time and closed the door behind her, sparing no more looks, no more regrets, just determination. She had never intended anything like this to happen, no, she had expected it but still, to have expected it so quickly had made her prepare for the outcome of the battle.
She would pick herself up afterward when she could but for now, she would muster all the strength and the courage she had for the moment and go forth. She wouldn't look back and regret making the choice because she knew that with the slightest hesitation in her heart, if there was even the smallest inch of doubt, she would turn back and collapse.
No, it was far too late for that. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the awaiting form beside her, his white coat blowing slightly in the wind and his usual stoic expression showed no remorse in taking her away. But then again, who was she to understand someone such as him? But as she walked towards his outstretched hand, she looked into his eyes and saw a bottomless pit of hurt and pain. So maybe, Orihime thought hopefully, he really did have a little bit of guilt in his actions.
"Orders are still orders," he said monotonously, as if reading her mind. Orihime's eyes casted downwards; breaking the one-second eye contact they had shared. But even in that one second, she could feel that perhaps, she had fathomed just a little bit of what he was made of.
Taking his hand gently, she stepped over the balcony of her house and crossed over.
A/N: this was so random. more to come. oh, you probably could figure out that this was when Ulquiorra abducted her? whatever. like i said, this was random.
categorized as... A ramble. ;)