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Anzu Masaki's deep cerulean orbs studied the cold, reflective water before
them. She had been in that position for some time, paying no attention to
anything but the water itself. "I'm a lot like it," she mused quietly. "No
one can really see past my surface, either."
The brown-haired girl sighed deeply, knowing what she had to do. Anzu had come to this place for one purpose, and she was determined to accomplish it. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she felt as if she'd been stripped from everyone's minds. The cerulean eyed girl's parents had left town, saying that they'd be back in a month. It was now going on two and each night they promised to return within the next day. Never did it happen.
Not only that, but she had distanced herself from those she had once been close to. Her friends rarely saw her, and when they did, made no means to address her absence. No one had the courage, perhaps. All of this combined was creating a slow death for Anzu, and no longer could she take it. Tonight was the night she'd end it.
Slowly, she took the first step into the lake. Its cold liquid lapped at her knees, causing her to shiver. It was only now that she realized she was finally committing what she believed had to be done. The water seemed to urge her on in a strange sense, ever lapping softly.
The second step in was a larger stride, and now everything up to her mid stomach was stabbed by the cold liquid. It was as ice, given the winter season had been relentless. Nevertheless, Anzu made no move to flee from it all. Where could she flee to, anyway? The house was empty, much like her soul. By this time, her actions had caught the attention of a certain white haired boy. He was slightly taller, and darker looking than his hikari. In this sense, though, he still looked helpless to do anything but watch. Perhaps it was that his feet refused to move, or that he wanted her to take that final step, but never did he move from the shore.
Here, Anzu took a deep breath. It was all coming together, but now it was time for it to fade away. She'd made sure to write out a will, and an apology to all that had cared. By this point, though, she felt that living was all too painful. She had to make herself take the final step. For herself and others.
With one final forlorn glance to the darkened sky, she did just that. The water instantly began to stab painfully at her helpless torso as Anzu submerged herself in its murky lengths. Memories and quiet pleas surged through her mind, but she could do nothing of it now. The decision was made, the actions had been taken, and now she'd finally be relieved of her grief.
The minute the white haired boy saw this, though, he quickly ran forth to jump in after her. Bakura paid no mind to the few protests surging through his head, or even the slight bit of encouragement. All he cared about now was saving Anzu from the icy water. The reason was unknown to him, but his body seemed to jump in after her all on its own. The question, though, would be. . . Could he make it?
The brown-haired girl sighed deeply, knowing what she had to do. Anzu had come to this place for one purpose, and she was determined to accomplish it. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she felt as if she'd been stripped from everyone's minds. The cerulean eyed girl's parents had left town, saying that they'd be back in a month. It was now going on two and each night they promised to return within the next day. Never did it happen.
Not only that, but she had distanced herself from those she had once been close to. Her friends rarely saw her, and when they did, made no means to address her absence. No one had the courage, perhaps. All of this combined was creating a slow death for Anzu, and no longer could she take it. Tonight was the night she'd end it.
Slowly, she took the first step into the lake. Its cold liquid lapped at her knees, causing her to shiver. It was only now that she realized she was finally committing what she believed had to be done. The water seemed to urge her on in a strange sense, ever lapping softly.
The second step in was a larger stride, and now everything up to her mid stomach was stabbed by the cold liquid. It was as ice, given the winter season had been relentless. Nevertheless, Anzu made no move to flee from it all. Where could she flee to, anyway? The house was empty, much like her soul. By this time, her actions had caught the attention of a certain white haired boy. He was slightly taller, and darker looking than his hikari. In this sense, though, he still looked helpless to do anything but watch. Perhaps it was that his feet refused to move, or that he wanted her to take that final step, but never did he move from the shore.
Here, Anzu took a deep breath. It was all coming together, but now it was time for it to fade away. She'd made sure to write out a will, and an apology to all that had cared. By this point, though, she felt that living was all too painful. She had to make herself take the final step. For herself and others.
With one final forlorn glance to the darkened sky, she did just that. The water instantly began to stab painfully at her helpless torso as Anzu submerged herself in its murky lengths. Memories and quiet pleas surged through her mind, but she could do nothing of it now. The decision was made, the actions had been taken, and now she'd finally be relieved of her grief.
The minute the white haired boy saw this, though, he quickly ran forth to jump in after her. Bakura paid no mind to the few protests surging through his head, or even the slight bit of encouragement. All he cared about now was saving Anzu from the icy water. The reason was unknown to him, but his body seemed to jump in after her all on its own. The question, though, would be. . . Could he make it?