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Does he love me? Does he even know? Does he even care?
He saved me from the Shadows. For that alone, I would love him forever, follow him into Hell itself, destroy my own soul and tear out my own heart if he wished it.
He's doing a fine job of that for me. I won't have to do a thing.
Every night I wake up crying. Whether it's from ugly dreams, or the even uglier realization of the fact that my yami might not love me as I love him. Or the fact that he might not love me at all.
Every night he soothes me. Every night I lie, and tell him I dreamed of the Shadows, and not of his laughter, and his cruel, beautiful face as he shoved me away to fall eternally into the Darkness...
And every night I give myself to him, hoping that he might say it. Hoping against hope that, as he lies shaking and spent above me, those three little words might spill from his lips.
They never do.
He holds me, strokes me, pleasures me, but he never says he loves me. He tells me that I'm his, that if anyone else ever touched me, he'd kill them, that I belong, body and soul, to him alone.
But he never says he loves me.
I tell him I love him. I scream it to the Shadows in my dreams. I whimper it when he takes me. I moan it when I come.
But he never responds. Ever.
Sometimes I catch him looking at me almost tenderly, especially when I can't control myself. When I cry and scream and rock and sing and I try to seduce him but he never lets me and he always stops...
Why does he stop me? I can always tell he wants me then. Is it because he doesn't love me? Or is there another reason?
He's sleeping now. He's so beautiful when he sleeps. When he leaves me, I'll sleep too. Only I won't wake up. Not like him. Soon, his beautiful red-brown eyes will open, ready for another day.
Maybe he'll smile at me. Maybe he'll finally tell me he loves me. Maybe this time, when I tell him how much I love him, he'll understand, and respond.
Or maybe not.
But I hope so.
Good morning, Bakura. I love you.
