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It had been on her to do list.

It really honestly, had. It was right underneath 'see the Eiffel tower' and 'buy a new convertible' because bikes were not for her, not anymore at least. She'd wrote the thing shortly after she'd run away from that which would not be named, so she could get her priorities straight. She'd heard they were good for that. She'd just never got around to it. There was always something else to do, or it just hadn't been the right time yet. She had planned on getting around to it though. She supposed that not buying a new convertible should have been her greatest regret, at the end of the day. After all, if she had she probably wouldn't be—. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now.

The Eiffel tower had been big, beautiful, annoying and decidedly less romantic than all the stupid hallmark cards, TV shows, and love sick teenagers claimed it to be. Or, maybe it was just her. She didn't know. Probably would never know. Still, she was glad she had accomplished something on the list. Even if was the least important thing of all. She should've bought the stupid convertible. She wouldn't have forgotten how to break properly in a fit of tears and rage with a convertible and she wouldn't be here.

Still she would've thought the jerk could at least have visited her. Could've have tried to discover where she was. She'd plowed straight into Seto Kaiba's limousine for goodness sake. She knew they weren't on good turns but at least the little one would've of told him what was going on, right? Right? It wasn't like those two lucky brats were even hurt. The younger wasn't even scratched, the older one just had a bruise on his arm. They're limo had been built to withstand bullets and small explosions, so they were both perfectly fine and able to walk off straight from the scene. So one of them must've told him right? Or maybe he'd read it in the news? She didn't know. She wondered if he even knew. Probably not, she decided. He wasn't a coward like she was. She sighed wistfully and dug her nails into the hard earth, trying hard to ignore the way the grass still remained undisturbed.

She didn't know how it had all turned so wrong so quickly. One minute she was on top of the world, a talented duelist who'd clawed her way to the top. She'd made it to the battle city finals! The next minute, well…. She didn't like to think about it. There really wasn't any point in thinking about it anymore. She'd made her choice. She'd run away. She wished she hadn't. She really did. She should've just faced her fears, marched straight up to him and apologized for that which would not be named. She should've tried explaining the unexplainable. At least then she would know. She should've been as strong as she always pretended to be. At least then she wouldn't be sitting here for who knew how long. She certainly didn't. Whenever he decided to show up, she supposed. If he did show up at all— Could he? She'd lost track of time….

She didn't know how it would make things better, but at the end of the day it did matter somehow. That was the only explanation for this right? It was her biggest regret, not apologizing to him before she'd died, and not telling him how she really felt.

Mai Valentine sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and leaned her back against her tombstone. She really did regret not telling him everything. It was what prevented her from moving on, what tied her to the mortal planes.

But…it had been on her to do list. It really had.