A.N. Truly a lovely song. It's in Latin, so I am at a complete loss to what precisely is being said but I don't think that really matters and is entirely not the point:) Read on, I hope you enjoy.
Ava Maria
He sips his tea, grimacing when he realizes he has let it go cold, and listens to Ava Maria lilt from the speakers, a soothing, nearly haunting melody filling the room, making his heart swell. He has always liked this song, the music of the entire piece making him feel so many things in a space of no more than four simple minutes. He likes to close his eyes, feel it echo in his head, his throat, his chest, as if the music is drifting up from somewhere within him and not from the cold stereo, that his father had purchased some time ago, and had never used due to his near perpetual absence.
He doesn't pretend to know what the foreign words mean, nor does he try to find out. Somehow that would spoil it, somehow that would take away this feeling and God, he does not want to lose this feeling.
When he listens he sometimes imagines he can see what true beauty looks like. Tangible and lovely, ethereal...heartbreaking. Sometimes he feels the loneliness of the song, sometimes he feels the incomparable rapture.
He likes the latter the most, when he feels as if he may rise, walk to the small balcony attached to his modest apartment, and throw himself over knowing he will have wings and they will carry him far, far away, to a place he has never heard of and never could imagine.
He wishes...
But then he takes another sip of his cold tea and forgets what he couldn't imagine and stays put on his couch, thoughts falling away like the crumbling of a ruined statue.
But broken statues could be very beautiful too, in their own way, and as dark eyes watch this sad boy on his couch, alone, for he has always been such a forgettable young thing, there is solace, sympathy, sorrow.
Even the darkness can feel.
Even it can wish.
Dream.
Ryou only starts slightly when he feels the coldness of a ghostly hand on his head, as Yami no Bakura lightly pets his head before settling down beside him, his form ever so translucent and yet Ryou can feel him. He always has.
They finish listening to the song in silence, in quiet comfort, and realize that maybe...maybe in the obscure words of a language unknown all of their wishes, dreams, the recognized and the secret...
Maybe they can all come true.
The End
A.N. My god, I don't know where that came from. I feel so...sentimental. I had to listen to this song on a loop to keep myself writing though. However, it is a slight relief something can come from me on the most writer blocky of days. Please review. I would appreciate it and it always feels good to hear what people think, be it praise or critique.