A friend told me to share this story that we worked on together. I really
think that you should read this, but the choice is yours. Yami and Seto, so
there's YAOI. ('Homosexuality' is a 'normal' thing in this story.)
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June 17, 1999
My name is Yami. I'm 19, still pretty young, but I am dying. Not right now but I feel my life is slowly fading away as I'm writing my story. At this moment, I'm sitting at 'our' spot. Ours meaning Seto Kaiba, the love of my life, and mine. The thought of his face keeps me alive.
The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My appearance has changed drastically during the past few months, but the water reflected my true self. Beneath the image of a weak, sick guy, I'm still the same person.
I have done and given so much for love but I don't often receive it back from Seto. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I've done for him and make him love me back. But I can't. Love is not selfish.
So, I did what felt right. I kept giving Seto my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I'll leave this world soon, my love for him will still remain forever. My story begins when I first met Seto six years ago on the day that would change the course of my life.
June 17, 1999
My name is Yami. I'm 19, still pretty young, but I am dying. Not right now but I feel my life is slowly fading away as I'm writing my story. At this moment, I'm sitting at 'our' spot. Ours meaning Seto Kaiba, the love of my life, and mine. The thought of his face keeps me alive.
The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My appearance has changed drastically during the past few months, but the water reflected my true self. Beneath the image of a weak, sick guy, I'm still the same person.
I have done and given so much for love but I don't often receive it back from Seto. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I've done for him and make him love me back. But I can't. Love is not selfish.
So, I did what felt right. I kept giving Seto my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I'll leave this world soon, my love for him will still remain forever. My story begins when I first met Seto six years ago on the day that would change the course of my life.