~"There's only one way to happiness, and that is to cease worrying things which are beyond the power of your will."~

A quiet snap was all you needed to hear for you to throw your restless self out of bed. Taking in slow breaths, you assure yourself that it was only the apartment shifting. Then you take notice of the empty bed, it was 2 a.m. and he still isn't home. This was becoming a problem, you knew your husband's job occasionally required him to work late, yet you couldn't help but worry and therefore resulted in a lack of sleep for you. You just wanted him home, safe, and holding you securely in his arms.
Quickly turning your nightside lamp on, you decided that maybe all you needed was a snack. Smiling at the idea, you made your way to the refrigerator and took out milk, then got a bowl for your favorite cereal. You attempted to make yourself go numb from thoughts as you ate, but that proved to be difficult. Groaning, you lifted your head up from the now empty bowl, that didn't help. 'What if' thoughts continued to run through your head, making you tremble. Suddenly something caught your eye, it was sitting right across from you above the fireplace, it was a picture of you and your husband. In an instant you were holding the wooden frame in your hand, admiring the moment captured in it. It was the day after you two were married, surprisingly it has only been a few months, but you remembered the day. He was very persistent in taking you on a first date as newlyweds, he had taken you to all of your favorite places and ended the day at a park that happened to be having its annual light showing that night. He noticed a gazebo that had people lined up to take pictures in it, with a smirk he pulled you over to wait in the long line. When it was both of your turn's, it was just going to be a casual picture, a arm wrapped around another, but right before the picture was taken he pulled you in for a deep kiss. The camera flashed before you could change your shocked expression.
You laughed to yourself as you studied your wide (color) eyes, bright red face, and messy (color) hair. Though your eyes were quick to drift to study your husband, who looked almost unfazed at his actions, his emerald eyes slightly open to watch your reaction. How did you get to be so lucky to end up with him? He was perfect, from his short black hair that he always styled, flawless pale skin, dark green eyes, but more importantly you loved how kind he is, he always kept your best interest in mind.
Just when you were beginning to calm down enough from thinking about happy times, negative thoughts slowly shadowed over them. How long am I going to get to be with him? Will we fight? Will I always be good enough? What if something happens to him? What would I do if my only love was gone? Can I bear that pain? What if he gets hurt or leaves me soon? What if he never comes home tonight? You suddenly collapsed to the ground as you're shaking made you unable to stand anymore. Your breathing ragged, you laid there on the floor, gripping the area where your heart was beating uncontrollably....

He was late. God, he knew he was late. As he drove down the crowded highway, he could almost picture his beautiful wife nervously tossing and turning in their bed, waiting for him to be there to comfort her. He had always known her to be worrisome, that was one of her very few flaws. So he made a promise to himself to be there for her in those moments she was most vulnerable. He might be a little emotionless and come off as egocentric, but when it came to you he overcame that. And because of that promise, he was driving a little faster than normal. His thoughts consume him and he was no longer paying attention, you were the only thing on his mind. Please don't worry. I will be there soon to comfort you. Hopefully you're asleep and dreaming sweet things. It kills me to see you upset over me. I promise I'll be there soon. I promise I will hold you tightly when I get home.
Suddenly the car in front of him put on their brakes, his car easily crushed like a can against the stopped car, maybe if he wasn't so distracted when he got into his car then he would've remembered to put on his seatbelt. The impact had him flying through the front windshield, slamming his cut up body into the other car, and rolling roughly to the ground, hitting his head in the process. It was surprising he was still conscious. Vision blurred, he laid there on the cold road, coughing up blood as his lungs quickly filled up with the red substance. He felt numb in those final moments, he had broken his promise. His heart felt as if it had completely bleed out, he was now empty. His heart was no longer beating, no longer full of the hope and passion he had for your shared future. I'm so sorry (name). I will never stop loving you. That being his final thought before he coughed once more and his blood fully drowned him from the inside.

....heart still pounding, you almost cried out when you heard your home phone ring. That's not right. Shouldn't my cell phone be ringing? Why can't I hear the front door opening? Shouldn't he be here?! You mentally screamed as you made your way to the wired phone. Although as you reached out to pick up the ringing home phone, the anxiety you were feeling was too much to bear, your heart felt like it was tightening up so bad that it could no longer beat. You once again fell to the ground, gasping for breaths you couldn't catch anymore. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a final breath escaped your lips as the last ring of the phone ended. A call from the regional hospital, revealing the terrible news of your husband, went unanswered.

Months, no years has past since that horrible day, by now you've learned of your husband's death. Though you pretended that you didn't know, when you died you acted as if it never happened. You were obsessed with when your husband would return, still worrying. You sat right next to the front door, staring at the knob. Waiting. And waiting. You've unknowingly done this for 2 years straight. Of course by now a rumor of the haunted apartment had gone around the town. It was a tragic story about newlyweds who loved each other so dearly, but both died the same fated night. The man was lost in a horrific car wreck while the woman died of a heart attack from the anxiety of losing her husband. And now that woman's soul stays in that apartment, awaiting for her husband who will never come home.
You hissed under your breath as your frozen heart burned, this was happening more often and you didn't know if you could deal with this pain any longer. You carried on until today, despair took over the hope. Why isn't he back yet? I miss him so much. I just want him here next to me. Why me? Why me? You roughly gripped the slowly shortening chain that hanged from your heart. You had enough, you couldn't take it any longer, the burning had become too intense. With great effort you manage to tugged more and more at your chain until finally, through painful screams, you ripped the chain out. The burning was gone, you couldn't help but feel relieved as a white substance poured out of your new black hole. The substance steadily covered more of your body and your mind was becoming more numb, you were like a living zombie now. As your vision blackened, covered by the white matter, the person who once was (first name) (last name) ceased to exist and the evolution of (new first name) (new last name) began.

Exhausted from running, you decided to rest by a small stream that you wouldn't dare to drink from. Trying blend in your cream colored body into the white sand that covers the entire world that you lived in, and this 'home' being what they call Hueco Mundo. You didn't care what they called it, all that was on your mind was survival. You have made it this far gaining power, you weren't going to let yourself be eaten by a group of lower Hollows, who had teamed up to devour you.
When you were certain the coast was clear, you stood up on your two legs and peered into your reflection off the stream. You were proud of your appearance that showed that you've gained much power, you had taking on the shape that was said to be more human-like, though your skin was still covered in that white shell. You still had your mask on that covered everything but your (color) eyes, your mask looked like a dog, with a long snout and pointed ears, although you had the growing reputation of being nicknamed 'Jackal'. Maybe that scrawny decedent of a coyote was the best comparison to explain your face and long, bushy tail.
Should I keep laying low? Or should I move on? What if they show up again. You worriedly thought to yourself before making the safe decision of staying by the stream. Laying on your back you stared up at the black sky. And couldn't help but think of your usual 'what if' situations you've done since you could remember. You've come to realize, living in this world, that the best thing to do is to think of all the worst case scenarios in order to survive. So far it's worked and because of that you've made the conclusion in order to truly live and survive is to agonize, or worry. Overthink every possible issue and then pick the best way out of it, it's better to be prepared for the negatives.
A sudden snap made you jump up and go on alert. Maybe you were being ambushed again, yet when your eyes caught sight of a white tree, your body relaxed. It was a sharp, gnarled tree that was slowly falling apart. For whatever it may be, this tree interested you. You didn't realize this but it had temporally silent your thoughts and you found yourself walking towards it. But you wanted a better look and now the mask you were once proud of was almost itching, you had to look at this tree. Standing below the tree, you attempted to rip the mask off by pulling down on your snout. It felt like it took hours but you finally manage to tear a large piece off. Now the entire side of your face could breath, although your left eye and ears remained in place.
Smiling widely at your victory, you place a gentle hand on the smooth trunk. This was the first time in your existence that you didn't question the worry thoughts running through your mind. Just as you were about to put another hand on it, some force threw you to the ground. Swiftly you jumped back to your feet and looked around frantically for the source. "Who's there?" You called out.
Silence was the only answer you received, making you run to the tree for comfort. But this time as you reached it, a sudden appearance jumped down and stood between you and the white tree. And you stepped back in fear, this Hollow was on the same level as you, probably even stronger. No way you could fight or even hope to run away, what can you do?
Surprisingly he spoke before striking you, "I hope you weren't planning on attacking me."
You shook your head, "No. I wasn't." Your voice almost showed no emotion as you replied. More silence continued as you both studied each other, almost sizing each other up and wondering if the other was going to move first. You took notice of his human-like appearance, his white skin, longer black hair, and his half mask that was shaped like a horn. But for whatever reason it was, his cat-like emerald eyes and Hollow hole peaked your interest. His empty hole above his sternum was in the same place as yours and just looking into his eyes made your black hole burn, never have you felt this before.
"Who are you?" He demanded with no expression upon his face.
You tilted your head to the side at the question, but answered anyways. "(new first name)." He was furiously staring into your (color) eyes, and it didn't bother you one bit, you were staring back just as much, the heat in your chest burning even more.
"What are you doing to me?" You asked, in an unconvincing tone of voice as you placed your hand over your empty heart.
He slowly came closer, and gently touched your hand, "I was going to ask the same."
For some reason you were still at peace from your thoughts, you actually wanted him to touch you more which puzzled you.
"I'm sorry but I feel like I need to do this." He felt such a strong pull towards you and he had no idea why, he has never seen you before. To resist pulling you in and holding you tightly, he decided to gripped your wrist and pull you along to follow him, "Come with me."
You did as he said and continued to follow even though he had long dropped your hand. Suddenly a odd thought crosses your mind, he came. Wait, who came? Should I keep following? Why am I doing this? Should run or stay? As you pondered the safest scenario, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks and ask a question. "Who are you?" You boldly asked.
He stopped as well and turned to face you before stoically replying, "Ulquiorra."
That's all you needed to hear to know what to do. You decided to stay with him until the end.