Mornin', Anzu.
You're probably wondering what I'm doing here, hovering above your desk. You're probably wondering if you're dreaming. And you might even be wondering why I'm holding your notebook. Well, I've figured it all out, you see. I know that you never actually liked me. I know that you manipulated me. Like that time at the water park. You didn't want to be there with me at all! You purposely tried to act like you were being sexually harassed so that he would come out. But he didn't, did he? Only when your life was on the line did he come out. And so, quite simply, you're an idiot. Did you really think it would work out? He was a spirit, Anzu, and nothing else. He's not even tangible. You can't touch him. You can't kiss him. You can tell him how much you love him, but I know that he would never, ever love you back.
Why? You're crying now. Is it really that surprising? Anzu, I'm surprised. You should've known all along. Geez, Anzu, is he really worth it? He was just a phantom. You couldn't have been his, even if you lived 3,000 years ago. Know why? Back then, he was the property of the tomb robber.
Hear that? Your little perfect special someone, was gay. I wasn't. But you didn't love me; You didn't see me at all; Didn't hear me breathing or notice me standing so close to you, leaning in for a kiss...
You never noticed me, Anzuchan. And why should you have? If you couldn't have had the Pharaoh, then you probably would've wanted Kaiba, right? Am I right? He can duel, he's handsome, and he's strong-willed... Nevermind the fact that he doesn't have a kind heart. In the long run, it didn't matter much to you anyway, did it? You didn't mind the fact that my other had absolutely no interest in you - you just wanted to be near him. Whatever it took. Even placing yourself in danger, to be almost blown up by a bomber. What a stupid girl you are! Were. Whatever. No, it's are. You haven't changed. You haven't changed one bit.
Why are you crying? You can't deny everything I'm telling you. You know that's it's true. You know that, deep inside, everything I'm saying to you is "vraiment vrai", and it's eating you alive, isn't it? Your heart feels like it's being sucked into a big black hole, doesn't it? How do I know? Let's just say that I've had my experiences... That's how my heart felt when I realized you didn't care whether or not I, the true Yugi, was there or not. When I realized that you loved the shadow so much that you would have sacrificed me for him, manipulated me to see him, hurt yourself to profess your love to him, that hurts, Anzu. It really does. Love hurts.
But love won't be hurting me ever again since I'm dead now. The cop on the corner really ought to do a better job of managing traffic. If you like, you can come to my funeral. I hope that you will truly cry for me, and not the ghost of a potential love that you have lost.
Goodbye, Anzu
Yugi
P.S. I'll love you always, Anzu... even if you never, ever love me back. That's just the way I am... though you never knew it.