Okay, compared to the last two drabbles, this one is very angsty. Sorry for that. But I kinda wrote this one first and then the one previous this 'cause I just remembered that a continuation would make another great drabble… anyways, I might write a third drabble! We'll see how everything goes. :)
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Orihime hesitantly placed the letter inside the mailbox. She felt quite pathetic for not telling Ichigo in person. But she just couldn't go through with it. Not now, and not ever. She had just written it last night; somehow she felt the urge to write to him about everything. And literally everything. Starting from the first time she met him, to becoming friends, to finding about her powers, to her final goodbye before Hueco Mundo and when he went to go save her in Hueco Mundo. She thanked him for everything, appreciated everything that he had done for her and has loved him every step of the way.
She had to have time to herself though. She was leaving for a while, and everyone knew except for Ichigo. And she made sure that he wouldn't find out from anyone else. She wouldn't have been able to face him if he found out from someone else other than her. Orihime had no idea how the hell she's going to be able to get through this… or even how she's going through it now.
Goodbye, Kurosaki-kun… and hopefully, you won't come after me this time…
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