Do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Luminance
"My love, I know you probably won't hear this, but this is the end. I am truly sorry for everything I have caused you. I hope one day you'll understand and forgive me. I will always love you."
She bent down and gently kissed him on the forehead one last time. She saw one single tear that left her eye wither on his pale cheek Than, without hesitation, she silently got up, and without turning back, shut the door behind her.
At the sound of the door closing, his eyes sprung open. He had heard her every word. His own tears that were now mixed with hers were freely running down his soft skin.
"I'm sorry too," he said. He felt his soul, heart, his insides crumbling and twisting. He knew that she will never return to him again, for she took one thing that always kept her coming back. It was very simple, and yet so important. The single possession was nothing expensive, it was just her plain ring made of white gold that was given to her a long time ago by a friend. He never wanted to let her go, do she gave him her ring with a promise that as long as it stays by his side, she will always have a reason to come back to him, for she could never leave or separate from it.
That is how he knew that she'll never come back. With her she took all the memories of the times they had together. She took everything that belonged to him. There will never be a reason for her to come back to the grand mansion where the cold and dark person resides, unwanted by everybody and everything. Only she the one true luminance, the sunshine and the brightness that gave out light where there was only darkness, only his beautiful lady was the one who ever loved and understood him unconditionally.
But he knew why she left. Even though he might have denied it in his mind, his soul and his cold heart knew the truth. With him she was like a caged bird unable to spread her wings and fly freely. He always kept her caged, never letting her out of his sight.
From the very first time he saw her he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She captured his sapphire eyes, and from the on, they held on to hers as if she was the most fragile substance. He truly fell in love.
That is why they call it falling of course, falling deep into an oblivion of very little happiness and lots of darkness. When there is nothing else to ever see, no one else to notice or care about except for her is how he always thought of this feeling. Perhaps if not the coldness that constantly surrounded his beautiful and graceful features he would love her differently, with more passion and heat.
The truth was nevertheless that heat and cold never procured either warmth or coolness, just something vague in between. And because, since the time he was little, he has never experienced love, he did not quite understand it.
Gradually his extreme obsession grew into possessiveness. He always wanted her by his side and no other. But she, a young gorgeous woman, was never used to not being able to fly freely. And even though she loved him greatly, she felt like she had to give him up. That was one o the most difficult choices of her life.
For her it was either freedom or the lazuline eyes that were possessed by a complete opposite of the man of her dreams.
The resplendent, vernal woman was now walking down the wet empty streets. The scenic design of the small shops was showing through the thick window glass. It was past one o'clock when only a few strangers traveled down the abandoned streets.
It was raining the whole night and she in all likelihood would still be sleeping in the large bed of now the person of her past. She has always favored the rain, its wet sounds and sparkling colors and the sound of it tricking down the window glass.
Only he, he did not like the rain, he hated it. It reminded him of the bad memories of his unfortunate past. Often he stirred in his sleep when the rain fell. Although for her, it was not such a bad thing. Most of the time, when the pale man slept next to her she was oftentimes afraid. There was always a frightened and a disgusted feeling in the pit of her stomach.
When he slept, she often checked for his pulse to see if he was alive, for it seemed that death had taken over him. He never stirred, never made a sound; it seemed that not even breathed. His pale skin and delicate but dark features radiated under the moonlight as those of a dead creature.
It seemed as if he was just brought in from the morgue with is facial makeup ready and about to be buried deep underground. The one and only detail missing from his deadly image was a black suit and a pair of dress pants.
That was why when it rained, and he stirred it made her content to know that he was indeed alive.
But of course there was also the bad part of the rain. It was almost as if he hated it she hated it too. And she did. Now she did. She did because he did. The energetic beauty used to love the sound of water, now it was only replaced by the sound or his pain, fear, and above all hatred, the hatred that ran deep within his veins.
He never told her about it though, about his past. He was of course straight about it; he said he did not trust her enough. If she had said that she understood, that would have been a lie, because she did not.
After all how could she, if the was nothing like him; like an angel and a demon, nothing in common, and yet so much.
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