Crack; crackle where the only sounds to be heard as the lasts bits of Ichigo’s mask fell off his face and down to the floor. He looked up at the destruction caused by the final battle against Aizen. It was a long, fierce battle that caused the death of hundreds of people. As Ichigo stammered on he came across the corpses of the people he held closest, there among the rubble lay his friends dead nothing else could be done for them he had failed them, lost everything dear to him to be left alone, stuck in this world never to experience happiness and joy only to be left alone to wonder on until his death.
He walk on, no expression visible on his face as he looked from face to face looking at all the people he once knew friend or foe, they were all dead never to be hit by Rukia or get in a fight with Renji, get scolded by Ishida or receive that beautiful smile from Inoue. There in the distance even the strongest captains lay in defeat Zaraki even Byakuya even the general commander all dead. Ichigo continued walking, hollow after hollow laid slain shinigami after shinigami next to them blood everywhere. All alone that’s how Ichigo felt no one left just him he didn’t even feel like going home to his family he didn’t feel worth anything how could he face them again knowing that he failed all those people he let all of them die he worth nothing no nothing was worth more than him. He fell to the ground didn’t even bother getting up maybe now he would die and be released from this heartache. His eyes slid closed ‘maybe now I won’t feel’ he thought when something white hit his eyes.