Hey guys! This is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic, but I am definitely excited about it. Before we get started, I would like to apologize for the horrible summary, I always get stuck on those... I'd like to apologize for how short it is, but I'm writing this on my phone because my computer is broken, and my phone is the worst thing to wrote fanfics on because it doesn't like this site for some reason. I'm also not so sure about how well this is going to go, so if you want me to continue the story, just drop me a review and let me know. I'd just hate to write a story that no ones going to like

Anyway, I hope you guys like it!


Yugi's POV

I'm tired. Tired of being ignored and tired of being alone. For months now my friends have ignored me, talking to Yami instead, asking him questions and going places that we used to visit together all of the time. Instead I see them leaving school with an arm flung around my darker half, massive smiles lighting up all of there faces.

That used to be me. Once upon a time not to long ago, I would be the one with an arm around my shoulders and a big grin on my face. All that can be found now is sadness and betrayal. Every once in a while I'll get angry about it, but those days are slowly becoming less and less common.

I remember being told once that I had such a happy attitude towards life that I practice skipped down the hall. That's gone now. These days I can be found dragging my feet as I stagger to class. I've been arriving later and later and my grades are slipping like they're on a water slide going forever down.

I can't even find joy in dueling anymore. In the first few weeks after being abandoned, the cards had been my only friend. I had just sat in my room for hours, playing against myself. In the end though, even that lost it's appeal. The cards can now be found in a box, collecting dust and sitting next to my millennium puzzle.

That's another thing I can't bare to look at anymore. It had originally sat at the edge of my bed, the moonlight catching off of it in just the right spot come nightfall. But after a while, the sight of it made me mad at the person who had come out of it, so I put it away in a box and shoved it into the back of my closet.

Sometimes when I get home from school I can almost feel my two most prized possessions calling out to me, but I ignore the feeling and pretend that they're not there. I pretend that they never existed in the first place.

But none of that matters anymore. I've made my decision to move on, to leave this city and go somewhere else, and there is no way that I'm taking them with me. I've already written the letter and bought my plane ticket, so all that's left now is to leave. I don't feel any regret in leaving, because after all, it was them who abandoned me first.