Note: This will be more of a teary chapter due to a change in plans.

She felt horrible. So this was what a hangover felt like. Atem was not next to her when she woke, and when she saw the time she realized Atem must have let her sleep in while he went to help at the Game Shop.

Tea pushed herself up, curling her toes in frustration at how difficult the menial task seemed. Her fingertips curled at the hem of Atem's t-shirt she wore as she tried to think straight and will herself to get ready. What could she even change into? She wondered if Atem had anything she could borrow. She cursed at herself for forgetting to bring her clothes over after doing laundry. Walking slowly to Atem's closet she opened the door, peering at the clothes. Was there anything that would do?

But then something caught her eye. It was a clear plastic garbage bag, but what was inside it was what was really important: paper cranes. Téa didn't even need to count them to know there was a thousand in the bag. Atem had mentioned making them in passing at the hospital to her.

She sunk to floor, grabbing her wrist, pressing it to try to calm her nerves. She had been so selfish, she told herself. Hot tears slipped from her eyes. She'd only been thinking of herself and her sorrow. Not that she hadn't been thankful to Atem, but he was too devoted to her. What life did Atem have without her? Just because she needed him, didn't mean he needed her.

Was she sucking away at his life? He had his own life now. It pained her to think it was because Yugi wasn't around anymore, but Yugi would have wanted Atem to live to the fullest.

Atem wasn't doing that. He was babysitting a depressed teenage girl, Téa mournfully thought.

This wasn't right.

She needed to stop what she was doing and get out of this gloomy bubble if not for her own sake, his sake.

Téa had been silent the entire morning, barely speaking a sentence except to apologize to Atem for the night before. Her eyes looked dull and spacey, and Atem was worried.

"Téa?" He tilt his head at her as if saying what's wrong?

Téa swallowed and then breathed in through her nose as if preparing for something. "I want to visit them." She said courageously, her eyes burning into Atem's eyes.

Atem raised his eyebrows. "Huh? Who?"

Téa took in a deep breath. "I want to visit them." She repeated. "Joey, Bakura and Tristan." She said softer. "Where they're buried."

Atem stared at her. But then finally nodded slowly. "Ok," he said. "I'll take you.

She'd bought a flower for each of them: Yugi, Tristan, Joey. She'd placed one on Tristan's, Bakura's and Joey's graves, but it pained her to know that she didn't even have a grave to visit for Yugi. He was gone and almost no one realized. But she did, and it comforted her for a mere moment that at least she remembered.

She thought back to the sweet boy she met in elementary school and whose Gameboy she smashed. The bright eyed tri-colored boy who brought her a new one the next day. She gently plucked each petal from the flower meant for Yugi, and then raised her hand to twirl in against the wind. As it swished away, she felt a little lighter.

Tears still slipped from her eyes, but she smiled in remembrance. She sat down next to Bakura's grave, tracing the carving on his tombstone.

Ryou Bakura
Remembered with love

She went to Tristan's next, tracing it too:

Tristan Taylor
Beloved Son, Brother, and Uncle

Finally, she stopped at Joey's.

Joseph Wheeler
Always in our hearts

She sat back for a moment. Slowly breathing in and out as the tears continued to fall.

She remembered Tristan always sharing side comments and laughs during duels with her. Nostalgia consumed her as she thought to them bonding over the hardship of managing the workload of extracurriculars at school and outside responsibilities. She reminisced about them comforting each other about the struggles they each faced.

She remembered Bakura and her both shaking their heads disapprovingly at the boys' shenanigans. She thought back to their deep conversations about fears of the future and setbacks pushing them back from their goals.

She remembered Joey stealing her food, and then treating her to ice-cream to make up for it. She never minded, he needed it more than she did. Packing extra food for the boy became second nature for her. So was occasionally holding him to her and telling him he was worth it despite everything he'd been too. Joey too would return the favor when she needed it most.

She wished Joey was here right now to hold her.

She craved hearing Tristan telling her everything would be ok.

She wanted Bakura to tell her that despite her fears of the future, she was strong.

She missed Yugi's gentle smiles, and reassuring hand squeezes he gave when she needed it most.

Atem was silently crying beside her. So, she turned, leaning towards him and now holding him to her, and then told him, "Everything is going to be ok." She threaded her fingers through his hair and murmured, "You are strong, and we will get through this." She smiled warmly at him through her tears and reached out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

She would be there for him, like they had been there for her.

Ok, so I know I said less gloominess from here on out, but what I wrote didn't seem right and I felt like I needed this chapter to be here. Hopefully, it should be less teary next chapter.

Let me know what you thought!

~Startistica