I lay in bed, curled on my side. Darkness was creeping into the room, scaring away the final tendrils of light. I begin to wonder how I can have this other half of me, another person in my head, and still feel so alone.

I could feel a ghostly arm graze my shoulder. My Yami, the darkness to my light, the other half of me that I both detest and love. I knew he was there, sitting beside me, and I could almost see him.

"What's wrong?"

The words aren't aloud in the room. They're deep within my head, brushing away thoughts of loneliness and abandonment.

But he knows. He's asking purely to give me a chance to say nothing, a rare show of compassion. He knows what's bothering me the most, because he is me and I am him.

"Why are you so attracted to him?"

It's not a mocking question, nor one full of his usual superior tone. It's a simple question. I don't know how to answer.

He doesn't smile, he smirks.

His laugh isn't happy, it's bitter.

He is angry and full of hate at the world.

And yet I want from him the one thing I think he is incapable of giving.

"Ryou," A hand I could almost swear was real brushed my face, "he isn't worth it."

I wonder once again where my Yami's sudden compassionate streak has come from. Maybe he can sense I'm near breaking, and is trying to keep me together. After all, without me, there is no him. And even though he believes I do not know, I know that his greatest fear is ceasing to exist.

My Yami knows things about me too though. He knows things I'd rather everyone not know. He knows what I want more than anything else.

"Ryou, he can't love you."