Silence
A SetoSolace Fic
They told Brice he was a danger. They told him that, for the safety of the city, they had to take Seto away. Brice hadn't realised how much Seto… how much he meant to him. Now, all Brice had for company was that awful silence. Every day, Brice wrote a letter and placed it around the house for Seto to find when he got better and could come back to be with him.
Dear Seto,
I love you. I can't wait for you to come home. I've been recording your favourite TV show so you don't miss out and I made sure that your potion room is all locked up so the neighbour's cat won't sneak through the window and break anything. Everything is ready for you to come home. I love you.
Brice put the first letter under Seto's nightstand. It slowly collected dust. Soon, Brice only wrote a letter once a week. Time passed. Once a month. More time. Once every now and then. The silence grew more and more oppressive and Brice would sit alone with his hands over his ears and cry because Seto wasn't coming back and he knew it. Once a year, Brice wrote a letter.
Seto,
Come home.
Brice put it on the mantel and sat on the couch and stared at the door and waited for him to walk through. Brice knew it was all a lie. Seto wasn't really sick. He wasn't coming back.
Seto. Please.
Brice began to waste away, not eating, not leaving the house in case he missed Seto. His friends tried to coax him out but Brice refused.
I miss you.
No one heard from Brice. He didn't talk to anyone outside the house.
Please.
Eventually, Brice was claimed by that awful silence and Seto never came back. His friend found him dead on the couch, still staring at the door. And he also found the pile of letters on the table, all from Brice to Seto, begging him to return.
They took Brice's cause for happiness and joy. So the Silence took Brice.
Have a depressing little thing. I'm sorry for not updating. I'm sorry this sucks. I'm not feeling the inspiration for this any more. Don't worry though, i'll make more :)