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Wishing I could
hear your voice again...
knowing that I
never would...
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could...
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Six more months had passed, and even though Yuugi still felt empty, still mourned his friends absence, there was something different this morning. He was calm.
The tears were there, ready, but stubbornly refused to fall. He was drained, forlorn, and eerily calm.
Everything was the same as it had always been for the last eighteen months, but the crushing sense of despair had eased. In its place was the calm...the acceptance of the situation. Acceptance of the fact that Yami would most likely never send warm thoughts his way again. Never appear ghost-like before him. Never again to duel together as they had years ago.
In fact, Yuugi couldn't remember the last time he'd dueled. In all this time, was he even still the top duelist? A quick phone call to Seto confirmed that he was indeed, still King of Games. No one had wished to disturb him while he grieved.
They had made a waiting list, prepared for whenever Yuugi was ready to return. Arrangements were made to have the list delivered, Yuugi finally realizing that he'd never live up to Yami's expectations of him if he just gave up. He could be strong for Yami...
Even if Yami was...
gone...