Okay, so this drabble is a little intense. We're back in Hueco Mundo…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor ever will… sad, I know.
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Orihime gazed out into the stars from the high window and only window in her room. She softly felt Ichigo's reiatsu, even though she didn't have to try to even look or feel for it. Somehow, she was just accustomed to feeling his presence. It had suddenly spiked and she knew that he was fighting. Sighing in worry, Orihime couldn't help but to feel that everything was her fault.
"Please don't get hurt, Kurosaki-kun… I don't think I could handle knowing that it was me who killed you… all because of me…"
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o.O Okay, got kinda serious there, but I just had the urge to put it up. Review! You'll get a Grimmjow plushie! xD
Sorry for the super shortness, btw...