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Ichigo slouched over in his chair. He shook his right leg impatiently and kept on glancing at Orihime to his right.

"Wow. How these past four years have gone by. You're all grown up now and heading to a bright future."

Ichigo couldn't care less about his future at this point. He just had to talk to her. He just read the letter that she sent him… and he just couldn't believe it. In some way, he sort-of wished it wasn't true… well, the latter half of the letter.

She can't just leave.

He won't let her leave.

Damn, he just wanted to sit next to her. He would switch places with the dude who's sitting next to her, but he could barely sit, let alone stand up and switch places with someone. He could tell that his principal was almost finished with his lame-ass speech. Sighing deeply to himself, he placed his elbows on his knees and laid his head in his hands. He suddenly heard yelling all around him and a couple of girls crying as well and he knew it was over. Quickly standing up, and accidently hitting someone as well, he looked to his right to find Orihime… not there. His widened and he walked out of the row into the aisle of the grand auditorium. He scanned the room for her all around him, but it was so hard to see or move between all these people.

"Ichi-nii!" Yuzu yelled. Ichigo looked over to where she yelled from and began to softly push people as to get to her. "Congrats, Ichi-nii!" She hugged him and Ichigo looked down at her. He smiled as well and behind a couple of other people, he saw his father.

"IIICCCHHHIIIIGOOOO~!" He yelled. What an ass… "I'm so proud of my son! You see this, Masaki! Our son has graduated high school! You were right and I was wrong! He did pass through high school!"

"Shut up, old man! Not in public! Look you guys, just head on home."

"But Ichi-nii, I made your favorite foods tonight." Yuzu smiled up at him, and Ichigo just couldn't help but to see her when she was younger. Even though four years have passed and she has grown up tremendously, she still calls him Ichi-nii.

"Sorry, Yuzu. But I something to do. I can't promise that I'll be home in time for dinner. So if anything, just wrap it up and put it in the fridge." He spoke to her kindly and she nodded. Ichigo ruffled her hair a bit and then walked away, looking for Orihime once more.

He was walking around and pushing people out of the way for a couple of minutes when he saw Tatsuki talking to Orihime.

"Inoue!"

Orihime turned around, her eyes widening. Oh please tell me he didn't get the letter yet… "Kurosaki-kun!" She placed her hands behind her and smiled as best as she could.

"Can I talk to you?"

Oh, no. "Y-yeah, sure. What is it you want to talk about?" She began to fiddle with her fingers and looked everywhere in the room, except at him, except at those brown eyes of his.

"Uhm, about your letter…" Ichigo didn't know how else to bring it up, and so he went straight with it.

"Ano, uhm, I didn't know you got it…"

"Yeah, and Orihime I wanted to say that I'm sorry-,"

"Please. Just don't. You don't have to." Orihime gave him a sad smiled and continued to talk. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. In fact, I should be. I put this burden on you, for knowing that I love you, and yet you don't love me…"

"Inoue, it's just that-,"

"No. It's okay. You don't have to explain." At this point, streaks of tears were falling down her cheeks. "I love you, honestly I do. And it's best for the both of us that I leave. So that I can get my head cleared up, and so can you. Good-bye, Kurosaki-kun." She then turned to leave, but Ichigo grabbed her wrist. She stopped walking and turned to face him.

"I'm sorry that I was stupid that I didn't notice it before. I'm sorry for putting away these feelings that I have for you because I thought that you would've never felt the same as me. I should be saying sorry, not you. Inoue, I don't know if I love you back, but I do know that there are these feelings. And I know it's every time I see you, or hear that beautiful voice of yours." Ichigo than lightly cupped Orihime's face with his hand and kissed her. When he pulled apart from her, he saw that there was a heavy blush on her cheeks and chuckled. "How 'bout we get outta here?" She smiled up at him and nodded.

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