First loves don't go away easily.

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What had been his lie? Everything, perhaps. Anything.

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"I've decided…I'm going to become a shinigami." This was the truth. But it was not the entire truth either. He did not tell her about the cold white rage that had filled him at the sight of her attackers standing so carefree beside the grass gardens of the Rukongai. He did not tell her about the sword he had taken from them. Nor about the way blood filled the air with darkness when he dealt the final blow.

So to her it became a lie.

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"I'll change things… so that they'll end without Rangiku having to cry." He had meant it. So that made it the truth. But now it was turning into a lie. Wasn't she crying now? At his death, no less, making his life a failure. Don't cry, he wanted to say. Stop crying. I didn't become this so you would cry over me.

But her tears fell on his face like a merciless accusation.

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So in the end, he had never told her a single truth. Nor had he ever told her a single lie.

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And so he let his silence become the lies he couldn't tell.