Her Sweetness: Review afterwards, please.

Surface

The water envelopes me and I can feel pressure.

Feeeeeel pressure…

When I open my eyes, the water doesn't sting like the water from the pool and it was chlorine that my Light Side told me, stung my eyes and made them red. Light Side told me I look pretty when my eyes gleam red but I don't believe him. Confuses me when he tells me things like that but right now I am not confused.

I feeeeeel pressure on my body and I am not worried about how Light Side screamed just before I went under. Maybe he is still screaming.

Cleansing.

"Bakura! Bakura, where are you!" Ryou ran over the sand that was not yet hot from the sun that still hid on the edge of the horizon. The sand grew cold under his feet as he reached the tide, going out and coming in, white foam rushing over his much-too-pale feet.

He looked out and could still see his other half wading deeper and deeper until all that could be seen was his head going off into the water. Ryou continued to call out to him, cupping his hands around his mouth. In the back of his mind, he wished he could swim. But he can't.

I am not delusional when it comes to Light Side's feelings for me but those feelings are not returned. I care for my Light Side the way a human would care for a plant that has been growing for years. They grow attached and happy that they have managed to keep it alive for so long all by themselves but they can always leave the plant behind if worse comes to worse.

And I do care for Light Side and I acknowledge this as the water presses down on my body…

Freedom.

Breathe.

Noairnoairnoair.

… and I begin to feel light headed the way Light Side once did when he was small, hanging upside down from the jungle gym, his sister in the distance. The ghost of his sister in his memories. Too many ghosts in his mind. I sometimes feel…

suffocated! no air!

… Claustrophobic.

And I care about Light Side too much to keep myself close to him and torture him this way. Letting myself be near him but not too near. The way he craves me and is starving is too sad. It was pretty the way the rising sun set his hair ablaze with silvers and radiant golds this morning. The way he was running after me.

"Oh God, Bakura, please!"

God can't help me. God can't reach us; I'm free now and so are you.

"Please…"

Pretty little drowned things like you.