Day 11: Post-canon Yugi. True drabble.
Hypothermia
"I'm going to see the world."
She'd declared it boldly, and the fire in her tone said she would reach corners of cold jungles that had never seen sunlight, overturn rocks to discover creatures no one else knew, her brown eyes soaking in every color until the colors changed her and she became something new. Something better.
Yugi had always liked Anzu just as she was, brown-eyed and beautiful.
If he'd told her, maybe she would have stayed.
Maybe she wouldn't have gone to Tibet.
Maybe she wouldn't have been lost in the snow.
And come home in a casket.