Ichigo had been avoiding Urahara for months upon months. He stopped visiting the World of the Living, save for when he lead expeditions of his division into an area with a high Hollow infestation. He ignored the messages the crazy scientist sent after him too, never even opening a single one.
Ichigo was done. He couldn’t keep playing the game of hide-and-seek followed by watch-her-die every couple decades or so. It was too painful. And, perhaps, the little nagging voice at the back of his mind was right. Maybe it was his fault. He should leave her to live a full life and wait for her to find him. It would happen when the time was right.
And of this, he felt very sure. They were connected, forever attached at the souls by some unusual bond. She’d find him. Eventually. Besides, he still carried a piece of her that she gave to him so long ago. He’d always have that.
Though he kept trying to remind himself of all these things, he could