A/N: *Whispers* no this is not the last chapter just in case some of you get confused idk but i didn't plan for this to be a long chapter but idk
Chapter Thirteen: Nobody's Home
Without a sound, a second glance, or a word, the parted ways for what would most likely be the last time.
Although, despite all the words that they had exchanged about this being the last time they would be in each other's presence in such a way, Ryoua knew it would not be. She knew he would return for the information he wanted.
What Ryoua did not know, however, how much the guilt of sleeping with either man was already eating away at her weak being, at her weak soul.
The sight of Atem's face walking though the door made her throw up out of guilt, out of angry, out of hatred. Oh, how lovely it would be for death to just sweep her off her feet and carry her away in that moment. The sight of her own blood on the floor on the floor made her curse, but the words only brought up more blood.
If enough blood is lost, she thinks, coughing violently, she will either go into a coma or death will smite her away.
Atem is grabbing her, shaking her, pleading and begging and crying to her for her to explain what was wrong, but Ryoua could feel it edging up her body. The coldness of death.
The worst part was that Ryoua knew that this was, in fact, not the end.
The Gods would not allow such an important pawn to die, not before her position was fulfilled.
Her job was to marry Atem, to bare his children, to stay away from Bakura at all costs.
So far, she wasn't doing a hell of a job.
The thing she remembers is Atem grabbing her face, the tears falling from his eyes, and the sound of people rushing into the room.
And then it was all gone.
Nobody was there in Ryoua's mind.
Nobody was home.
Although, was there ever, in fact, a Ryoua in this time? Or simply, an empty shell of what was her?