Hetty: Hi everybody!! I'm kinda not feeling very good but I thought I'd
write a little something at least. I just hope it comes out pretty good.
Hope you all like it!
Hetty: Stef, there was a HETTY license plate? Kewlie! Hehe! ^-^
Chapter Eight
Seto didn't know what to do when Yugi and Yami left.
Yugi was the only person who cared about him and he seemed like he actually wanted to get to know him.
Seto scooted one of the chairs from the dining table up to the large window near the front door, placed his book and pencil on the sill, rested his elbows on top of the windowsill, placed his head in his hands as he gazed out the window.
Seto searched his mind for a time when he had ever felt this way for anybody and well.....he couldn't find a time.
When it came to Yugi, he was very confused.
One minute, he would want to throw his arms around him then the next he would want to kiss him with all he had but then there was those times when he just felt like he should run from him and hide from the feelings that the sight of him brought.
Seto sighed as he looked down the street, hoping to see the little figure that he had grown to look forward to seeing every morning.
He loved to hear his sweet, loving voice, look into his caring, innocent violet eyes and he loved his bright nature like he could light up a whole room with his presence.
Seto closed his eyes and he smiled, a smile that he never thought that he would smile again as he whispered, "I think I'm falling for you, little one."
As he opened his eyes, he reached beside him and picked up the little book and a pencil.
He leaned onto the windowsill and began to write:
There is a brief-uncommon Fire
That singes-suddenly-and where-
The Coalless ember sears-
We feel a burnished difference
Transporting us past time and Sense
To unimagined spheres.
Who fears the ardor of the Blaze
Confines himself to arctic Days-
A slave to cooler Task-
Who would not flinch from that rare Flame
Accepts an Agony sublime-
Reward is in the Risk.
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Hetty: Ooookay, well, you can take your guesses about what the poem means. It's from the book called The Diary of Emily Dickson and I think that her poems were beautiful! I thought this one would be right for what Seto feels right now.
Hetty: Well, I'm off to bed and hopefully, I'll wake up and feel better,lol, probably wishful thinking. Cya!! Please R&R everybody!!!
Hetty: But, hey, I bet there's one surprise out of this! I bet you didn't know that Seto has a poetic side,hehe!
Hetty: Stef, there was a HETTY license plate? Kewlie! Hehe! ^-^
Chapter Eight
Seto didn't know what to do when Yugi and Yami left.
Yugi was the only person who cared about him and he seemed like he actually wanted to get to know him.
Seto scooted one of the chairs from the dining table up to the large window near the front door, placed his book and pencil on the sill, rested his elbows on top of the windowsill, placed his head in his hands as he gazed out the window.
Seto searched his mind for a time when he had ever felt this way for anybody and well.....he couldn't find a time.
When it came to Yugi, he was very confused.
One minute, he would want to throw his arms around him then the next he would want to kiss him with all he had but then there was those times when he just felt like he should run from him and hide from the feelings that the sight of him brought.
Seto sighed as he looked down the street, hoping to see the little figure that he had grown to look forward to seeing every morning.
He loved to hear his sweet, loving voice, look into his caring, innocent violet eyes and he loved his bright nature like he could light up a whole room with his presence.
Seto closed his eyes and he smiled, a smile that he never thought that he would smile again as he whispered, "I think I'm falling for you, little one."
As he opened his eyes, he reached beside him and picked up the little book and a pencil.
He leaned onto the windowsill and began to write:
There is a brief-uncommon Fire
That singes-suddenly-and where-
The Coalless ember sears-
We feel a burnished difference
Transporting us past time and Sense
To unimagined spheres.
Who fears the ardor of the Blaze
Confines himself to arctic Days-
A slave to cooler Task-
Who would not flinch from that rare Flame
Accepts an Agony sublime-
Reward is in the Risk.
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Hetty: Ooookay, well, you can take your guesses about what the poem means. It's from the book called The Diary of Emily Dickson and I think that her poems were beautiful! I thought this one would be right for what Seto feels right now.
Hetty: Well, I'm off to bed and hopefully, I'll wake up and feel better,lol, probably wishful thinking. Cya!! Please R&R everybody!!!
Hetty: But, hey, I bet there's one surprise out of this! I bet you didn't know that Seto has a poetic side,hehe!