Theme: Week 1

Jul 15, 2010 18:18

FIRST KISS

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#week 1

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chipsforjustice April 7 2011, 02:29:34 UTC
July - the one time of year Orihime loved the most ( ... )

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chipsforjustice April 7 2011, 02:30:04 UTC
“S-Still,” she couldn’t help but stutter. “You didn’t need to come earlier just because you expected me to.” Now she was feeling a little odd for showing up at the park when she did, especially since Ichigo came as well, giving them a whole half an hour before the others would start to arrive ( ... )

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chipsforjustice April 7 2011, 02:30:25 UTC
Letting go of a staggering sigh, she rubbed at her eyes to wipe away brimming tears. The fireworks and their colors were getting all blurred together because of her sudden bought of crying. Not to mention she couldn’t have one of her friends come over and be concerned. She’d cried far too much in the past few years; she didn’t want them to see her crying now. Orihime wanted to appear to be a strong, matured college-bound woman ( ... )

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chipsforjustice April 7 2011, 02:30:46 UTC

Orihime was busy watching the fireworks when he mumbled something under his breath. Although slightly teary-eyed, she allowed herself to turn and lean just a few centimeters closer to Ichigo. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it...”

His lips were pulled into a tight line and Orihime couldn’t see his eyes at all when he murmured, “You’ll be missed, you know.” To Ichigo, it was the simplest way he’d be able to say he’d miss her. He’d been giving it thought all evening on how to approach the issue, but it was the best he was able to come up with.

A little unsure of how to interpret his words, Orihime tilted her head a little to the side, turning away from him ever so slightly as she quietly replied back, “I know I’ll miss you, Kurosaki-kun...” Coming home once a year or not, she would still miss the sound of his voice and his touches. Like those times he would casually tap her on the shoulder; those were the times she cherished ( ... )

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songsparrw1 April 9 2011, 05:23:59 UTC
I'm standing on a breezy hill under a starry night-time sky in Karakura, enjoying street vendors' treats with sticky hands. My friends have just declared themselves, and it's about time, too. All is well, even though my heart aches when I think about how long it will be before we all get together again.

Thank you for this - I love it, absolutely! You've covered all the points with a cherry on top!

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