Love's secret
Chapter one: Prolouge
Ryou POV
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THE SICK ROSE by: William Blake (1757-1827)
O ROSE, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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"-'Kura!! I'm sorry!..please don't leave me. I screamed desperatly and grabbed his arm. The larger man in front of me turned around to face me, and I saw…tears, running down his handsome cheeks.
No…I thought, it couldn't be…Bakura would never cry, or…would he?
-What the fuck should I do then Ryou, huh? Should I just stay here and pretend that nothing happened?! He yelled back and stroked away the tears with his strog arms that I loved.
His voice was broken and so was his heart, and I was the guilty one…
Oh…what have I done?"