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Ichigo is so happy.  He smiles more. He’s not as angry as he used to be. His heart has been healed of all the anguish and violence it once held. I wish I could say that I was the one who did that for him— the one who took away his hurt and replaced it with love— But I’m not that girl. No, he has Orihime. The one he loves is Orihime. I sit on the top shelf of Ichigo’s closet, just thinking. I’m not crying. I don’t know why, but I can’t even make the tears fall. Maybe it would be easier to cry if I could just make myself hate Orihime, but I can’t. She has been a friend to me. More importa