A/N: … I have nothing to say. Except, " I am a nobody. Nobody is perfect, therefore I am perfect." I don't own that quote, by the way. Got it at mutedfaith.com.

Yes… that was random. Just read the fic!

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Yet I was hesitant to shatter this perfect illusion. It was always one more day until I would tell him I'd known all along. Tomorrow. It was always tomorrow.

But tomorrow never comes.

Nevertheless, he was happy. That was barely, yet just enough, to keep me from terminating this beautiful façade.

Until the day he cried.

Once again, he'd been lazy and neglectful, forgetting to put up his mental shields while reminiscing about his sweet, sweet fantasy. Once again, I'd played ignorant, anything to feel his happiness, to see his smile again.

Yet this time, it didn't come. Instead, a feeling of regret, sadness, and emptiness filled his soul as he exited, one again taking control of his body. There was no smile. He only blinked. Once. And as he walked out of the room, I saw a small glimmer fall onto his outstretched hand. A single tear.

Ever seen a baby die? The way they retain their look of unfailing truth in their dying eyes, until oblivion claims their soul?

I have. I thought it was the worst thing I'd ever experience in my life.

Yet death seemed a trivial punishment in comparison to what Ryou was experiencing.

Does that seem heartless? That I would compare the death of a child to a broken heart and claim the lifeless kid got the better deal? Death brings the ultimate release. A broken heart brings nothing but ultimate grief.

Besides, I've been called heartless before. And much worse.

Through our soul link, I could feel his heart shatter. Like a glass angel on concrete. Dropped from a thirty-story building.

I cursed myself for ever letting it drop.

I knew it was somehow my fault. At the same time, I had no clue as to why.

Hadn't I played along perfectly? Or had he somehow seen past my façade?

Even if he had, why would it upset him so. Was he really as fragile as to be reduced to tears the minute he thought I knew his shameful secret?

If so, then he truly was weak.

I had no time for weaklings.

Yet something inside me knew that couldn't possibly be the reason for his sudden distress. I had seen how he handled life; hell, I'd had a front row seat as well as a backstage pass for the past few years. I knew he'd never break down over something as trivial as embarrassment.

Yet the fact remained, his heart was broken.

I had no idea why.

I was powerless.

So I stood back and watched as the one person I had begun to care about succumbed to a fate worse then death.

Care?

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A/N: Wow. That took a relatively short about of time. w00t!

By the way, what does "w00t" mean? I've been wondering for a really long time.