Wilting Roses
Author's Note: Just a little something. Two of my friends fell out today so it inspired me to write this fic. Hope you like it and I hope they make up again.
Malik was laid on the bed, sobbing into his pillow. Everything had happened so quickly that he wasn't even sure what had happened. He and Yami had just been chatting and laughing like any other day, they were extremely close and it just tore Malik up to know that they had fallen out. The words ran over and over again in his mind:
"I'll go die. I'll go. I wont come back…" They just kept playing over and over like a broken record, forgotten and left to play its broken song forever. Tears ran freely down the Egyptian's cheeks as he tried to shut them out.
The sun was still shining its light on the city. Amber bathed everything in its wake. The giant sun made its decent to the horizon, leaving this place to go light another. Malik was laid on his side, his back on the glowing amber lights. He didn't want to watch it. If he watched it then he would just be reminded; but then would he be watching too? The Egyptian got up from the bed and walked to the large window on the other side of his room. His legs shook, barely able to hold up his frame. Orange covered him as he approached the seat before the window and he sat on it, feeling it's soft surface with his numb fingertips. The city was still buzzing even in the late hours of the day. Then again it always seemed busier at night than in daytime. Young people going to the clubs and having the time of their lives. Normally Malik would have joined them, but not tonight; his heart and soul were lost.
Yami stood in the kitchen, his elbows propped up on the counter. Baka Malik. He thought bitterly as he raised the bottle of vodka to his lips. He tried to convince himself that he meant it, but that was impossible. The light was slowly fading as the stripes of amber crept along the walls. The former pharaoh sighed heavily; he and Malik would usually watch the sunset: either together or they would be talking on the phone as they did so. Seemed a shame to break tradition but he wasn't in the mood, nor did he wish to talk to Malik. He had almost considered killing himself when he got home. Just one slice of the blade, that was all; but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of never seeing everyone: Yugi, Joey… Malik. Yami began to walk upstairs, leaving the alcohol behind. It raged him to think that even when he hated him so much, the thought of Malik still kept him alive. Then again it soothed him at the same time.
The only sound through the house was the sound of running water. Yami almost found it a great relief his hikari was in the shower. He did care about Yugi as well as Malik but he just wished to be alone. The sun was almost touching the line of the horizon and would soon melt away like a snowball left out in the morning. It surprised Yami when his thoughts drifted to his dear friend. Wondering if Malik would be watching the sunset too: most likely not. He sighed mournfully and glanced at his phone.
Malik's eyes moved away from the phone on the seat next to him. The sun began to disappear, leaving the world in darkness. Maybe Yami wasn't watching after all.