-Pharaoh's Pov-
She was calling my name…at least I think she was calling my name. The girl with the brown hair was on her knees with her face in her hands and she seemed to be crying. The calling turned so quickly into crying it made my head spin.
The name she was crying, it couldn't be mine. I didn't know my name, nor did I know the girl. So why does my head keep telling me that she was crying because of me…for me?
I reached out my hand to touch her but my hand went right through her. Of course…How could I forget? I'm just a wandering soul trapped in the millennium puzzle. Souls can't touch people.
It amazed me how much I seemed to care. The girl's loud cries made me want to find a way to comfort her. Still though, I couldn't recognize her. The only person I knew with brown hair was Anzu, but it was clear that it wasn't her. The girl's hair was much shorter and she had more of a petite form.
"****," she cried. Why couldn't I hear the name she was saying? I guess I could hear her, but her words seemed to be slurred so I couldn't understand her. "Please don't leave me," she said. Typical, I could only not understand the name of the person she was hovering over.
Wait…Since when was she crying over someone?" Who was this person? I walked around the crying girl until I was standing in front of her. Still I couldn't tell who she was leaning over but now I got the feeling that I did know the girl. There was something about her aura that seemed familiar to me.
By now I couldn't tell that the person she was crying for was a man…A teenager more like it. I got closer and bent down knowing that she probably couldn't see me, so that I could get a better look. My eyes flickered from the person's feet to the top of his head now that I could see and my eyes widened.
This person she was crying for. This person that she was draped over, this person who was lying lifelessly in her lap…was me.