A/N: *projects myself onto fictional characters* lmao
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
He couldn't feel anything. He was numb, shivering - but he wasn't cold.
A back turned on him. His biggest fear becoming a reality.
He was alone again.
Why?
What had he done to deserve this?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And yet people kept leaving him.
Why?
Was he not a good person after all?
His chest heaved. His body closed in on itself, writhing from the overwhelming anxiety that rooted itself deep into his chest. He brought his hands to his eyes, clawing at the tears that ran down his cheeks.
He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating. Drowning.
His mind was empty, unable to produce a single coherent sentence.
Why?
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
Ryou Bakura was all alone again.