Screeching Dragon: Once again, I am dedicating a story to my motorcycle riding uncle (the last one was my Red vs. Blue story.) He was killed in a motorcycle accident on May 20th while visiting us. Writing stories is my way of coping with things, so if it's a bit generic in the way it's presented, very sorry.
I wrote this right after we found out about him. I've been putting off pulling this up to the site, but I think now's a good time. It's short and drabble like in manner, but it has a lot of meaning for me and it may find meaning for you too. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything written in the following. I wrote this, I did not steal it, but the characters and franchise are not mine.
(Yugi's PoV)
Does it always hurt like this? To have someone you've known and loved ripped out of your grasp? To the afterlife, or heaven, or whatever you may deem it to be, I mean.
I feel cut off now. The voice, ever calm, strong, loving, and reassuring has fallen silent now. No more whispers of encouragement or advice.
Visions of how it once was dance in my mind. In Duelist Kingdom how we learned a greater respect for human life. How at Battle City to never take friendship at face value. And during the frenzy over the seal of Orichalcos, how forgiveness and love will conquer all the darkness in one's soul.
I know I may be sad now, but I also feel relief: The relief for the one that always shone so bright to finally be at peace. I know how was always more of a free spirit than the proper, kingly front he put up. His 'death', or rather his moving on should be a relief to us all; the good feeling because we did nothing but help him along with things. I'm glad we could help him be free once more.
Rest well, good friend. In our hearts, we all know you've earned it.
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