Orihime-Inoue-Group

Ulquiorra spent the rest of the evening in the living room alone with his thoughts. This was their last night together and he ruined it with his anger and jealousy. He really was an idiot. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, Ulquiorra cried. He didn’t cry for himself or his predicament with death knocking at his door. He cried because of her. He was madly in love with her. He wanted her all to himself. And he would never have her. The small bat sat on the couch with the palms of his hands rubbing against his eyes as this burning sensation in his chest felt like it was going to burst. It started with a single tear, then all hell broke loose as more and more tears stained his eyes and soaking the fur on his hands. Ulquiorra had gone through multiple injuries during his life as an arrancar, but no such pain could be compared to the one in his chest. It was so heavy. The heart really was a burden. He found himself unable to sleep a wink that night. His thoughts