"Time is irrelevant. Some ghosts never leave."

Ulquiorra had always been an outsider. In high school, he existed on the periphery—never fully present, yet impossible to ignore. His presence was unsettling, his silence louder than words, his gaze always lingering a little too long. People speculated about him, but no one truly knew him. He preferred it that way.

But then, there was you.

He thought too much and acted too little. Every time he tried to speak his mind, the words twisted against him, becoming something too cold, too distant, too detached. He masked his feelings in logic, convinced himself that saying nothing was better than saying the wrong thing. And so, he never confessed. Never admitted what he knew had been growing inside him for years.

High school ended. You and him went their separate ways. He let you leave. And life went on. Or at least, it did for you.

For Ulquiorra, life simply persisted.

The cemetery had not been his plan. Perhaps he had only meant to stay temporarily, a job taken out of convenience. But the graveyard suited him in a way nothing else did. Here, there was silence. Order. A world of stone and memory, untouched by the chaos of the living. People came to mourn, to visit, to grieve—but they never stayed. Only he remained.

With time, he became a presence whispered about rather than acknowledged. The townspeople knew of him but never truly saw him. Some claimed he moved like a shadow, appearing and vanishing between the headstones without a sound. Others joked that he was less of a man and more of a ghost, forever lingering among the dead.

And he let them believe whatever they wished.

No one questioned why he stayed. No one asked why he never changed. Why he never moved on.

But he knew.

He just never said it aloud.

Then, one night, he found the cat.

Or rather—the cat found him.

It was small, quiet, with a gaze far too knowing. Something about it unsettled him. It reminded him of someone. The way it watched him, the way it lingered, the way it seemed to always know exactly where he was. He told himself it was coincidence, that it was just another stray wandering through the cemetery.

But when he left, it followed. And the next night, it was there again. And the next. And the next. He never named it. He never acknowledged why he let it stay. But he never sent it away.

Time was irrelevant. Some ghosts never left.

And he wasn’t sure if he meant himself—or you.

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And just imagine if in that state of mind he would die in car accident. Oh my. (yes, I'm imagining my own theories how he could die to make him aspect of nihilism)
If you want to save him from such suffering, there is high school version -> HERE

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