Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach; genius Kubo Tite does.

Warning: This is REALLY cheesy and crappy, pardon me.

There was a stench of weariness descending upon her, clouding her senses to infringe her reflexes. She hardly noticed the door make a forlorn creaking sound to announce the entrance of a very formidable creature. Ulquiorra ordered her to finish her meal, before evaporating in as forgettable fashion as he entered. She sighed for the eighth time that minute, commencing another deep contemplation. She stared up the naked window, and the sight of the brilliant moon only awarded her with homesickness; everything seemed to be conspiring against her ease. The world was never as cruel as anyone had previously thought. And his absence alone was beyond cruelty; it was torment.

She knew now where she belonged and what manner of use her powers, which had caused quite a stir of interests among Aizen and his minions, would be subjected to. They had made it clear enough that she was not to be given the privilege of choosing. In a more candid way of speaking, she had nothing more to do with Soul Society, the living world, her friends, and him; they were not even remnants of her past anymore, for they would be eradicated, as promised, while she would live on and suffer the rest of her days without them, without him. With these persistent and exhausting thoughts came the interminable and immutable fact that her allegiance thrived only with those who were dear to her. Not even the greatest of Arrancars could sunder her heart from theirs, from his.

She tossed about here and there, her heavy breathing succeeding one after another. At this point, she had already memorized the crater pattern of the moon's face. She wondered if any form of signal could be established and sent across the vagrant landscape all the way to him, if he was indeed strolling under the same alien sky. She wondered if he knew the amount of relief his face inspired. She wondered if he would ever know what were softly uttered over his bed when she left. She wondered if he felt her too and if she would ever know if he did. She could only wish.

The silence contained in her chamber could assist the lightest of sorrows to reach insanity; there was practically nothing to do but sit and think and be quiet. But Inoue Orihime liked to think, because through it she was being led back to his side. She would never see them again, she was sure. She had wanted to have had a formal farewell to each of them, but time was never as generous as allowance was always so scarce. She would've loved to impart with him an idea of her heart's contents. Perhaps it's supposed to end this way, she thought. Perhaps that was all they were meant to be; two pieces of a broken whole, only to be reunited in her mind.

There were many things she wished she were, 'could-have-been's and hopeful aspirations now buried in a chest that would forever rest in its unknown abode, never to be recovered. Whatever might come, ruin or hope, she had already found resolve; she would love him for as long as time would go on, seek for nothing in return, for him to be a story forever etched in her heart, never to be extinguished by time, coercion, or death.

She wondered still in a labyrinth of memories without realizing that confirmation and answers were no longer a necessity, for she could never ask anything from him. She would go on and live where she did not belong. Here in this world plagued by evil, malice, and darkness, she would submit to the dictates of this new setting without news from the outside world as only thoughts of him would fuel her conviction to go on and live. Live to love him.

She would love him every day in her memory, where she was happy, even if he or she perished, for he was ever more than the whole world to her.

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