A/N: I had urge to write some angst and in form of YuGiOh pairing SetoJoey. The story is from Joey's Point of View. A drabble-ish angst. Hope you like it

Song: HYPNOGAJA- Here Comes The Rain Again (I know other versions, but this one fits the best)

P.S. I do not own anything. I just like the song and was inspired by it to write.

Alone in the crowd

"Here it comes again..."

It was just another day in the same life... I wouldn't mind if some things changed from time to time... The dullness of this place had etched itself into my skin like a razor sharp knife. I can see them all around me... The same people I see every day, living their lives like there is nothing better beyond this...

There's no point in trying. If it had worked in the past I wouldn't be here at all. I would have a nice, warm home, a family with the person I love, friends around me, and the warmth of love.
Yet, emotions had died. Who cares for a romantic fool like me who dreams about home and family? Everyone watches their own needs, selfish and greedy for more.

Everything is about the money.

I hear my manager nagging at me somewhere in the background, telling me how much this gig and that gig will make me more successful. I don't listen to him. At first I thought he was a smart guy, teaching me how things worked on the stage, how to train and change my voice while singing, how to improve myself...

But now- all he thinks about is stage, gigs, records, money, money, money...

I stand up and walk right past him not paying attention to him at all. I pick up my guitar that was beside the wall and move the blond bangs away from my eyes. It doesn't hurt. How many times I had repeat that, trying to will myself to believe in it.

It doesn't hurt when I stand on the stage and hear the fans cheering and chanting my name, their hands high up in the air.
It is useless, trying to make me believe that they understand me and my songs, my feelings and dreams.

"Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion"

It doesn't hurt as I strum away on the guitar, letting the emotions fly out of me... this one and only time I let them free, to swim across the masses of people under the stage where I stand. To let them know that I am not satisfied with feelings within me. And that they cannot understand me... because they do not know how deep that runs...

"Here it comes again,
Here it comes again..."

They never lost the only person they had held dear. The one person who had meant the world to them. Who threw it all away and turned their back. It doesn't hurt because they don't know it and I don't need anyone's sympathy. So I am okay... I should be okay...

I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like the lovers do

It doesn't hurts... it doesn't hurts him standing there and staring at me, gripping her hand where his wedding ring is shining in this weak sun...

Here it comes
Here it comes again

It doesn't matter. Once, she was my friend and knew of my feelings for him. It doesn't hurt that she took him away from me. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's in the past. I don't care about something I cannot change.

I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like the lovers do

I sing and it doesn't hurt. I play and it doesn't hurt. He is watching me and I am not in pain. I am fine...
It doesn't matters that I am one in the crowd...

Is it raining with you?