Seto,
I've decided that I'm going to leave. I just can't take this anymore. Don't think I haven't noticed how you "work late" just to avoid me. Then if I'm still up by the time you get home you lock yourself in your office without saying a word. I can't even begin to describe how much it hurts me. I love you Seto, but you obviously don't feel the same way about me.
I haven't forgotten that you've yet to tell me how you feel. I know you like me, otherwise we would not have been together in the first place, but I don't know if you've just been humoring me. Was anything I thought we had real? It hurts Seto. It hurt the most when I told you I loved you and you didn't say anything back, so I just pretended to fall asleep hoping you wouldn't notice the tears in my eyes.
I'm going to Egypt, but don't try to follow me. Not that you would anyway. For some reason I feel as if the ancient country is calling out to me, begging me to come and discover something far greater than myself. Right now you're sleeping, you look so peaceful and handsome. I wish things could be different between us, but you avoiding me has made it clear that we were not meant to be and that this is simply a one sided love.
Depending on what I find in Egypt I may not come back. So as of right now, we are no longer together. This hurts me far more than it possibly could hurt you. I hope you don't forget the good times we've had together. I love you Seto and deep down inside I know I'll never forget the sweet brown haired boy with the ice blue eyes that saved me from starvation.
Forever loving you,
Ash
A tall, brown haired male stood, clutching the letter in his right hand. Crystal tears fell from his ice blue eyes smearing the ink on the page. The soft light of the moon casted an ominous shadow across his face as his vacant eyes stared down at the page. Another boy, younger than the first, stood not far away staring sadly at the distraught man, his long black hair disheveled from having just been woken up by the sounds of crying from the older boy's room. His own letter was held tightly to his chest as he tried to hold back the tears threatening to fall from his charcoal grey eyes.
"What are we going to do, Seto?" The boy asked in a quiet voice.
"I… I don't know Mokuba," the teen, Seto, said his voice coming out shaky and weak. "I just don't know."
The younger boy finally let go and allowed the tears to flow down his tanned cheeks. "We're going to get her back, right?" Mokuba asked a tiny bit of hope creeping into his voice.
"We can't," Seto whispered as he let the letter fall from his hands. "Ash left of her own freewill. Chances are she's already on a flight to Egypt now."
"Are we ever going to see her again?"
"Go to bed Mokuba." Seto said softly. "We'll figure this out in the morning."
The boy, seeing that the older male needed some time alone, nodded his head and left the room. Seto walked over to his dresser and picked up a frame that was sitting on top of it. He sat down heavily on the bed and stared at the picture. Incased in the frame was a picture of a smiling brunette in a simple white sundress. Behind her stood Seto with his arms wrapped around her, a small smile adorning his face.
"Oh Ash," he sighed as his tears splashed against the glass holding the picture in the frame. "I do love you."
Hi! So I'm starting this new story because the idea has been gnawing at the back of my mind for a while now and I just couldn't help myself. I really wanted to write it. Reviews are greatly appreciated (Reviews lead to potential conversations, which can lead to friendships. Trust me it happened for me already ;)) and any suggestions are welcome. Just a warning though, I don't take criticism very well. I appreciate, I just don't like it very much. I hope you liked my prologue and please let me know if you like my story or not.
~Tora