...n the other side of her, turned the opposite direction, content to let her talk with Ichigo. "So, it's just us here, Ichigo. Its dark-no one's going to hurt you and no one's going to judge you so, are you going to talk to me?"
Ichigo sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, "I've been talking to you, Neli."
"You know what I mean. You're so messed up, baby. You need someone to really talk to and I'm here-ready and willing to listen-both of us are," She said, nudging Grimm with her foot. He merely grunted in reply.
"I guess I just don't know what to say. I'm fifty shades of fucked up...always have been and I guess I always will be."
"Bullshit," Grimm spat from his side of the bed without turning over. "Your fifty shades of fucked up because of that Kuchiki bitch."
"Don't fucking call her that, Grimm. This isn't her fault...I told you that. I messed up and now I have to live with it. That's all there is to it."
"What do you mean, you messed up?" Nel asked.
He was silent for a few poignant seconds, "Because I fell in love with her."
"And how, exactly, was that a mistake?"
"Because she doesn't love me, that's why. She says she does but then she treats me like I'm less than nothing and it rips my fucking heart out every time even though I should know better. That's why it's my fault...I've been wit...