Who was she kidding? She knew Bakura had no attraction to her. Anzu sighed while looking out her window. Well there wasn't much more she could do now. She thought it would have been a lot easier to come over but it wasn't. When she was little and had wanted a toy but didn't get it Anzu was sad for a little bit, maybe a day even but she got over it. But this, this was nothing like that all. It was as if a part of her became lost. Her dreams had been shattered. What was she to wish for now, if only one her friends were here to console her? Ironic, she was usually the one doing that. Could she even face him again without feeling sadness? Anzu had been so in love with him, but she had kept it secret for so long for she knew it was pointless. Only now did she accept it though, and its weight was so unbearable. A few tears raced down her cheek yet she had a smile on her face. "Oh well," Anzu thought to herself, "it was meant to be." She tried to make herself think happy, she tried to feel happy, she tried to make herself be happy but it was just a pitiful attempt to drive her mind away from her sadness, which seemed ever more present as she tried to forget about it. At her core she was broken, she felt as if nothing could fix her. Anzu believed all she could do was waste away now, though her wish was that darkness would take her, and not a trace of her existence would remain, not even a single memory. The pain of it all hurt so much, oh how she'd rather be flayed than this. This was hell itself, she felt as if Bakura had crushed her entire soul; a she was no more than a zombie.
To be continued.