Disclaimer: YuGiOh and its characters were created by Kazuki Takahashi, so that makes them his, plain and simple.

Warnings: ... no idea. I never wrote this kinda story before, soo... yeah, tread carefully. Shounen-ai, Joey/Yugi, and Ryou?Tristan... so, whoohoo?

Holy... something..! This fic doesn't seem like my others. If it deserves a flame, please, restrain from tearing into it. Just say you don't like it. Or better yet, if you don't like it, stop reading it. Alright? Alright. I will admit not too much effort had gone into this, but I figured I haven't posted anything in a while, so... here you go, Star... heh, don't hurt me. Oh yeah, and it's in... Ryou Bakura's POV. I'm so sorry for writing this.


It's kind of funny how things happen in life.

You don't expect things to be the way they are. Until you stop and really examine your life, you can't help but notice that there's something missing. You don't know what's missing, you just know it's missing.

My life was fine. At least I considered it fine. I authored a few books, here and there, and they did fairly well. Never mind my publisher calling them best-sellers, I'm not one to brag.

One night, just sitting in my livingroom, I was flipping through the channels; it was getting late, so there weren't many options, old sitcoms, public-announcements, and infomercials. Yes, this is where I realized I was missing something in my life. I loved writing, honestly I did, and I almost always made my deadlines. But being there, in my flat, I felt alone.

It was funny. All of my stories were of the romantic genre, that spoke of loyalty, devotion, and friendship. Yet here I was, lonely. And to add to my mildly depressing mood, it was raining.

So fitting. But then again, it was London, so I don't know why the weather seemed to be bothersome then. Which was when the phone rang. I guess I answered a little too eagerly.

I remember thinking that even if it was a wrong number, I would be satisfied.

"Hello?!" I almost squawked.

"... Ryou?" a slightly familiar voice asked.

"... Yes?" I said, slowly. "Who's this?"

"Oh..." a warm laugh. "I didn't recognize your voice... hi, Ryou... how are you?"

I blinked, "I'm fine... um, who is this?" I asked again.

"Huh? Ryou, it's me."

"... Who's 'me'?" I felt a little guilty, but I couldn't pin his voice down.

Then there was another voice. And he was laughing, and it sounded like he was teasing the one on the phone, speaking to me. And that other voice sounded familiar, too.

"What's wrong?"

"He doesn't know it's me."

More laughing, "maybe your voice changed..."

"It did...?"

"Hello?" I asked, still confused.

"Oh! Sorry, Ryou... it's me, Yugi... Yugi Muto?"

"Oh! Yugi! I'm sorry, I just... sorry..!" I yelped, sitting up to the edge of my sofa. I cupped the phone closer, smiling happily at getting to hear a familiar voice. From my hometown, no less!

... Well, not quite my hometown, but it always felt that way to me...

"... Tell 'im I said 'hi'..." the other voice put in.

Yugi laughed, "Joey says 'hi', Ryou..."

I smiled even more. Two of my high school friends, what luck! "Hi, Joey!" I replied, a little loudly, hoping he would hear me himself.

"He says 'hi, Joey'..." Yugi reported. Joey laughed.

I never felt happier right then. Yugi Muto and Joey Wheeler, two of my friends from Domino High School. I couldn't help but wonder how they looked now, seeing as we all were in our 20s now.

Yugi Muto was always small in stature, but his heart was huge, and he seemed capable of loving anyone. I remembered his eyes were an enormous violet, shining with pure innocence and occasional naivety; and his angelic face was framed with golden bangs, and the rest of his hair was black and red, the most wildly styled hair I've ever seen, but it didn't betray his innocent appearance.

And Joey Wheeler, the lovable goofball. He was the tough guy, but he so caring and warmhearted. His blonde hair was long, and shaggy. His light brown eyes would either be glowing with loyalty, or flashing with determination. The perfect example of a best friend, since Joey stuck with Yugi through anything.

I've kept in contact with Yugi, two or three emails a month, at the most. Neither of us minded the lack of writing, we just both didn't seem to have the time, but when we did, the letters were long and rather informative.

I liked Yugi's emails. Since he was still in Domino City he would always tell me how everything was. He now owned the Turtle Game Shop; at the age of 27, Yugi was still very passionate about games, and loved them very much, by the sound of it.

Oddly enough, Yugi never really mentioned Tristan in the emails, and last I heard Tristan was still in Domino City, along with Yugi, Joey, and Seto Kaiba. But Joey was always mentioned in the emails. Always.

And now, hearing Joey once again with Yugi, I couldn't help but wonder about the two of them.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, worriedly.

Yugi laughed, "no... you always assume the worst, Ryou..." he teased.

I smiled, "well, you usually email..."

"... Hmmm, I can hang up and email you, if you want..."

"No..." I shook my head, even though he couldn't see it. "No, this is fine... I was just wondering."

"I figured I should try calling... I'm not sure what time it is for you, right now... so, sorry if I woke you up or anything..."

"No, you didn't... it's only 10:30..." I assured him.

"Oh, that's good... Joey was saying I should wait three more hours..."

"Then you'd be waking me up," I laughed. I didn't mind the chatting, but I was getting curious. Call it a bad habit, I was too curious for my own good. "So, why are you calling?"

"Oh..!" Yugi seemed to just remember. "Domino High's having their 10 Year Reunion... just calling to see if you're coming..."

I had to blink at that. "I've only been there 2 years, Yugi..."

"Yeah... but you should still come..." Yugi persisted.

"Is he trying to say 'no'..?" Joey's voice asked, sounding mildly exasperated.

"... Ummm..."

"Lemme see that, Yuge..." Then a very faint 'flak' was heard, as the phone passed onto someone else. I heard Yugi call 'sorry', while laughing again. "Hey, Ryou?"

"Hi, Joey..." I greeted.

"Why ain't you comin?"

I had to smile, Joey still had his brash way of speaking. It was kind of nice to find out that so little has changed among my friends.

"What do you mean?"

"I know, it's lame, a 10 year reunion..." Joey said, I could almost hear him roll his eyes. "But even I'll admit I got a little excited when Yuge told me about it... I mean, y' gotta think about it... Tea's comin back, and Devlin... oh yeah, and Malik's around, too... he got back like yesterday..."

"For the reunion?" I asked. Malik Ishtar went to Domino High for one year, and he was going for the reunion? It was a bit of a shocker.

"So... you comin?"

I fidgeted, "I don't know, Joey... deadlines just pop up sometimes, and I might not even have the time, and..."

"Deadlines, schmedlines... whatever that means..." Joey cut in. I wondered if Joey knew what I did for a living. But then he should have, since Yugi knew.

"I don't think I can, Joey..." I tried again.

"... I'll see if Tristan's goin," he offered.

My heart almost stopped. Tristan. Tristan Taylor. A lump formed in my throat. Just the thought of him... Just the thought of Tristan, and I... I felt so...

"... I don't think that's going to work, Joey..." I heard Yugi say.

"... Ryou?" Joey said, sounding concerned. "Hey, I'm sorry... never mind, forget I said anythin... I don't even think me and Tris' are on speaking terms yet, anyway..."

"... Not on speaking terms?" I murmured.

"Huh?" Joey cleared his throat. "Well, yeah... it's been a while since I saw Tris', so... heh, but I can call and ask if you want... or maybe Yuge can give you his number, and..."

No. I didn't want to talk to him over the phone. It felt too soon. But, when else would I get the chance to see Tristan again? It wasn't like he took afternoon walks around here.

"... I... when is the reunion, Joey?" I asked, quietly.

"This weekend..." Joey answered. "I know it seems like it's cuttin pretty close, but, uh... blame the teachers, right?"

"... I'll be on the next plane to Domino tomorrow..." I told him. "Tell Yugi, please."

"Uh, sure thing... can't wait to see you, Ryou..."

"Yes, same to you and Yugi... bye." And I hung up.

oooXXXooo

Sitting on the plane, flying back to Domino City. I never thought I'd be going back anytime soon. And yet here I was, just staring at my hands, thinking. I noticed that I was twiddling my thumbs. I was nervous already?

A little unusual, but I was.

It was just a high school reunion, nothing to be scared of. Right?

I suppose it was only natural that I was nervous, almost afraid, to be going back to Domino City. I didn't exactly leave with the most graceful of exits back then.

It was graduation. Of course it took a lot of persuasion on my part for my father to let me stay in Domino High just so I could graduate. There were many arguments between me and my father. We never did see eye to eye since my mother passed away. Once I graduated, I was going to some Ivy League school in England, at least that's what my father said.

And I couldn't argue with him. He was letting me stay. I guess it was the only way to thank him.

It was painful spending the last week of my senior year with Yugi and the others. They would always gather at Yugi's desk, like every other day. How we all managed to stay in the same class for so long was beyond me. One day, Joey just started talking about his plans, and Yugi laughed, and encouraged the blonde, saying he would stay and take over the Turtle Game Shop. Duke Devlin teased Joey, before saying he was heading to the US for his business. Tea Gardner revealed she saved enough money to go to New York. The boys smiled, saying the common things: that they'll miss her, and she better visit, etc., and Devlin offering to visit if she wanted.

Tristan himself was quiet when the talk of future plans came up. And it wasn't too unusual. He always did that; despite his loud playful exterior, he did keep to himself.

"So, Tris'... whatcha doin once this whole mess is over and done with?" Joey finally asked, referring to high school.

Tristan shrugged, "heading to college, obviously..."

Tea stared at him, "you got in?"

"... Entrance exams weren't that hard."

"So, you're sticking around, huh?" Joey asked, with a grin.

"Yeah... my parents would freak if I headed to some other country..." Tristan offered Tea and Devlin a small smile. "I wish I had the guts to do what you're doing..."

Tea laughed, "I'll bawl like a baby when I get there, I can promise you that..."

"Once I save up enough for a private jet, I'll visit..." Devlin said, confidently.

They laughed. "Well, that's cool... at least you'll be around..." Joey told Tristan, with a nod. "Stickin with me and Yuge, huh?"

I noticed that Tristan's smile turned mildly bitter, at that. "Yeah, sure..." he said, quietly.

"So, what about you, Ryou?" Yugi asked, smiling warmly.

"Umm... nothing too bad..." I said, slowly.

"Alright... what's this 'nothin too bad', then?" Joey asked, raising an eyebrow.

I think I fidgeted. I glanced at Tristan, who was watching me rather intently. I noticed he had been doing that a lot lately. His eyes seemed to gain intensity over the years. Anyone who he looked at always seemed to explain themselves to him. How his eyes became that way, I could never figure out.

"I, um... I'm going to London..." I said, softly. "University..."

It was quiet for a moment.

Oddly enough, Devlin was the first to speak up. And we never really spoke to each other; despite being in Yugi's circle, Devlin and I merely considered each other acquaintances.

"Congratulations..." Devlin said, smiling faintly. "You already got in, huh?"

"... I lucked out..." I answered. "I managed to get an English Scholarship, so..."

"Writing, huh?" Tea said, smiling. "That's great, Ryou... your writing always did seem perfect... I noticed how you wrote your essays and other assignments so professional-like."

"Thanks..." I said, once again glancing at Tristan.

He suddenly stood up, "so, you're leaving?" he asked, his tone turning hard. Everyone stared at him, surprised. I swallowed, and couldn't turn away.

"I... yes, I am."

"When?"

"... After graduation."

"Right after graduation?"

"Well... um, yes..."

It didn't even feel like the others were there anymore. It just felt like it was the two of us, in our own little world, confronting each other. Tristan frowned, turning away, and storming out of the class. Right then, it felt like I couldn't breathe. He was angry at me?

Tristan Taylor, one of my very first friends was angry at me? I almost fell over as I began to feel dizzy, until Joey stood up, and helped me steady myself.

"Damn, what's his problem?" Joey asked, scowling.

"... I'll talk to him..." Devlin offered, then walked after Tristan.

Then I felt this sickening lurch, watching Devlin go after Tristan. It was always that way with me. Everytime someone else would go, trying to be there for Tristan, it always made me feel left out.

I cared for Tristan so much. But I was also very childish, regarding him. I wanted him to myself. I didn't want others to know what he was thinking, what he felt. And watching Devlin go after Tristan, to find out exactly what I wanted for myself, it felt almost like... an invasion of my privacy, which was just ridiculous. They were Tristan's thoughts and feelings, he could share them with anyone he wanted; I had no right to be greedy.

But then again, maybe I felt that way because Tristan had always told me, and me alone, how he felt and what his thoughts were.

"... You okay, Ryou?" Yugi asked, looking concerned.

"Is... is he angry at me?" I asked, shakily.

Tea furrowed her brow, "it seemed like it..." She quickly shook her head, "uh, but that's just me... he's probably fine, just needed the bathroom, or something..."

"... He looked pissed to me..." Joey said, bluntly.

"Joey!" Yugi and Tea scolded.

Joey cringed, "whoops... never mind! Forget I said anything!"

oooXXXooo

After school, Tristan was at his motorcycle, ready to leave. I didn't want it to be like this. I suppose I was a little nervous to be approaching him. As easygoing as he was, Tristan's temper wasn't something to be taken lightly. The only person who seemed capable of handling Tristan's anger was Joey; me and the others, on the other hand, always steered clear when Tristan was angry.

"Tristan?" I asked, softly.

He looked a little tense. Then he lowered his helmet, turning to look at me. His face was totally expressionless, which was a totally new look on him. To me anyways. I couldn't help but hug my bag closer, as I walked up to him.

"Um... ar-are you okay?"

"Okay?" Tristan asked, frowning.

"I... I mean you... you just seemed... kind of..."

"Oh... am I okay with you ditching me?"

That one statement was like a slap on the face. "What?" I managed to choke out.

"That's okay, Bakura... don't worry about it..."

Another slap on the face. He was calling me 'Bakura' again.

"I'm used to it... I mean, you kinda get used to being left behind... it's actually more like a game for me now."

"... I'm not ditching you..."

"Are you leaving?"

"What?"

"Are you leaving... as in, are you going somewhere else?"

"I don't... well, yes I am, but..."

Tristan's eyes glinted with an unreadable expression. "Am I going with you?"

I stared at him, shocked. "Wh-what?" I shook my head, "no... y-you're staying here... aren't you?"

"Exactly... you're leaving, I'm staying..." He frowned, "I think that adds up to leaving someone behind, don't you?" he asked, coldly.

"... Tristan, I... I'm sorry, I just..."

"I said don't worry about it."

"I have to worry about it!" I shook my head quickly. "You're angry with me... you're my friend... Please, don't be angry with me..!"

"I'm not angry!"

"Yes, you are!" I dropped my bag, and practically dove into his arms, hugging him with all my might. "Please, don't be angry, please..." I whispered, shakily. I felt myself begin to cry. I didn't care who saw me hugging him. I cared for him. I cared for Tristan so much. He was my dearest friend.

"... I'm not angry, Bakura..."

I almost sobbed, hearing him call me by my last name again. It felt so great once I convinced him to call me by my first name. Hearing him call me Ryou, it was so great. I blushed like crazy when Joey teased me about only Tristan being allowed to call me Ryou. But I liked it that way, and Tristan seemed to understand that I only wanted him to call me Ryou.

"... Bakura..."

I looked up at him, his face was still expressionless, making me feel even worse.

"I'm not angry," he said, calmly.

"... You are."

"I'm not... now let go... I have to go home."

"Tristan, I..."

He grabbed my arms in a firm grip, and pushed me away in a somewhat gentle manner. Then he turned and climbed on his motorbike, wordlessly.

I bit my lip. "I'm sorry..." I said, shakily.

Tristan didn't bother to reply. He slipped his helmet on, his face well-hidden with the reflective visor, as he started the engine. A second later he was riding off the parking lot, at what looked like breakneck speed. I became a little worried, but I forced myself not to think too much on it.

Another strange thing. Motorcycles scared me, and the fact that Tristan rode them, sometimes recklessly, made me worry for his well-being. It was funny. Here I was, feeling horrible about Tristan being angry at me, but I was also worried about his speeding habit.

I remember thinking, Tristan Taylor was going to be the end of my emotional stability.

oooXXXooo

Graduation was in 2 hours. Of course crazy things started happening. Tea was absolutely camera-happy with a digital camera, snapping picture after picture. But since she was moving to another country, the others let it slide, even though Joey was complaining about the 'permanent welder's flash' in his eyes.

Yugi was getting a little depressed, since he wasn't sharing the special day with his other half, Yami. Who had been 'gone' for quite some time. It took a lot of cheering up from Joey to get Yugi back to his happy self. Which was when Joey reminded Yugi that he wasn't alone, that he had his grampa, and him. And, strange as it was, Joey was red as a beet when he told Yugi that he had him. Which had Yugi smiling again.

Devlin was almost joined at Tristan's hip, trying to get him to reveal what was wrong. And Tristan was actually handling Devlin's persistance in a very patient way. There were times when I even began to think that Devlin was flirting with Tristan.

Of course, that didn't put me in the best of spirits either.

And Tristan and I weren't on speaking terms since the little incident in the parking lot, which only added to my fast-growing depression.

There was also the grad party afterwards. And sadly, I couldn't stay for it. I told Yugi, and I think Tristan overheard, because he seemed to look more angry at that.

"... Why is he doing this to me, Yugi?" I asked softly, as we sat outside on the bleachers, around the field where the graduation ceremony was being held.

Yugi was playing with the tassel on his mortorboard. "Well... he's a complicated guy..."

I laughed, ruefully. "Yeah, I already figured that part out..."

"I know Tristan seemed like... well, the guy next door, what with all the crazy things that happened back then, but... when you really get down to it, he's really hard to read, huh?"

"There's an understatement," I mumbled, twirling my own mortorboard in my hands.

"... Even Joey admits to not understanding Tristan sometimes..."

"But... I thought they were best friends..." I said, confused.

Yugi laughed slightly, "only by title, is what Joey says..." He smiled, staring across the playing field, "Joey's actually been feeling a distance growing between them... like Tristan's just... moving away. Even when they try to hang out, they don't talk as much, and... Joey says he's just been having a really hard time just trying to be with him."

"... Like, not talking about his thoughts, anymore?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Tristan never really discussed his thoughts with Joey," Yugi told me. "They were just there for each other, y' know... macho guys, deny the fact that they have emotions, y' know how it is..."

We laughed.

Then Yugi's smile turned sad, "one day Joey said he just felt shut out... like he was locked out of Tristan's life. Sure they still talked, like friends would, but he just started feeling like... he was there... just there." He shook his head, then gave me an apologetic smile, "at least that's how Joey put it... does it make sense?"

I furrowed my brow, "yeah... yes, it does actually..."

"Don't let it bother you..." Yugi told me, patting my arm. "Tristan's not one to hold a grudge."

I bit my lip. "Wh-what if I told you he's holding a grudge against you, right now?" I said, softly.

Yugi blinked, staring at me, almost stunned. "What?"

I swallowed. It was going to be painful, that much I knew. Then I told Yugi. I told Yugi that Tristan was starting to feel the distance growing between him and Joey long before Joey did. That Tristan was even beginning to feel some resentment towards Yugi, friends or not. Tristan was never close with many people, almost everyone knew that. He was only close with Joey, and he felt that Yugi was 'taking' Joey from him.

"... Tristan feels like he lost his best friend to you..." I finished.

Yugi continued to stare at me. Suddenly he looked deeply saddened. "I had... no idea..." he murmured. "I guess I can't really blame him... I didn't mean to... I just... Joey is my best friend... I didn't mean to take him from Tristan, I just... oh no..." Yugi suddenly looked very guilty, "I didn't know...!"

"No, Yugi... Tristan's not blaming you... it's just the way it feels for him, that's all..." I said, hastily.

"But Tristan's my friend too, so why didn't he just say something?"

"You said it yourself, he's not the easiest guy to read," I smiled wryly. "He's also not the most open, right?"

"... Yeah." Yugi then looked at me, a little confused. "How do you know all this?"

I blinked, then I felt myself begin to blush. "Oh... um, Tristan told me..."

"Told you all that about him and Joey?" Yugi asked, staring at me again, in astonishment.

"Well, yes..." I fidgeted. "It just started happening, when he started talking to me. A while ago, we were heading home, and he just started talking about him and Joey, how it felt like he was losing his best friend... And he said he was confused about you. He couldn't hate you, but he did feel anger towards you, and yet he still felt he had to be totally loyal to you..."

Yugi was quiet for a long moment. He furrowed his brow, smiling weakly, "heh... he is a complicated guy..."

"Isn't he, though..?" I agreed.

"... I think it's nice that he has you."

I blushed again, "what?"

"Well... if I came between him and Joey, then... maybe it's a good thing that you were there for him, don't you think?"

Suddenly it dawned on me. "You think that's why he's angry?" I asked, almost meekly.

"That you're leaving...? Probably... it definitely makes sense."

"Oh, Gods..!" I almost wailed, leaning back, and covering my face with my hands.

"Ryou? What is it?"

"I think I seriously, royally, fatally screwed up...!" I said, my voice muffled.

oooXXXooo

Now was the time for things to become complicated. Graduation went smoothly, and I only stumbled once (I'm not known for my agility), but it was afterwards that had me shaking.

Solomon Muto, and the Taylors were snapping pictures of all of us. Sometimes just Tristan and Joey, sometimes just Joey and Yugi. Sometimes just Tristan and Devlin, sometimes just Tristan. Group pictures were interesting, because Yugi was still small in height, he was picked up on anyone's shoulders easily. Even Tea managed to hold up him with some effort.

It was then that everyone began to notice how distant Tristan had actually become.

"... C' mon, Tris'... goin for some pizza, you in or what?" Joey called, as he and the others headed for the parkinglot.

Tristan was forcing a smile. "No, thanks... I think I'll just stick around for a while..."

"What for?" Yugi asked, almost nervously. Apparently my news about Tristan's feelings towards Yugi made the little duelist tread very carefully around him.

"... Been around people all day..." Tristan said shortly, "I just want some space... that's all."

"Oh, uh... okay..." Yugi and Joey shrugged at each other. "What about you, Ryou?" Yugi asked.

I watched Tristan, then he glanced at me. I swallowed, but forced myself not to look away, "I'll stay." And there was this small twinge of satisfaction when I saw Tristan actually look surprised.

"Uh, right... see you later then..." Joey said, and started leading Yugi away.

I walked towards Tristan, offering a small smile. He frowned at me, "you don't listen... I said I wanted some space..."

My smile faltered a bit. "... You don't honestly want to be alone now, do you?" I asked.

Tristan turned, and started walking away. "As hard as it is to believe, Bakura... I do like being alone, once in a while."

"But, you shouldn't be alone... especially not today," I argued, falling into step beside him.

"You stayed to talk..."

I bit my lip, and nodded slightly. Then I sighed, "Tristan, you're being too... well, vague... I need to know how you're doing right now..."

"... I said I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine."

He actually glared at me, when I said that. "Alright... in all honestly, I don't want you to go... better?"

"... Tristan, I..."

"You have to leave, I know..." He scoffed, "that's how it always is with you... it's always 'you have to'... it's never you want to, or need to... it's 'you have to'..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my concern turning to annoyance.

"Why can't you stay?" Tristan finally demanded.

"I can't..!" I shot back. "I can't stay...! Don't you think I want to?! I tried to convince him to let me stay, but it just..."

"Your father...?"

"... Yes... my father."

"Why can't you just think for yourself for once?!"

"I can't say no to my father!" I yelled. "He's all I have!"

"If you'd stay, you'd have me!" Tristan snapped. And he started to look pained, "or am I not enough...?" he asked, softly.

My heart was hammering in my chest. I had to wonder where he was going with all this. I cared for him more than anything in the world, I was certain I did. And here Tristan was, my best friend practically asking me if I wanted him. I felt a lump form in my throat, as my tears fell.

The crowds of people were fading away.

Tristan swallowed, just watching me trying not to cry. Suddenly, he laughed darkly. "No, never mind... it was a stupid question..." he turned quickly and started walking away from me again.

"... Tristan...!" I choked out.

"Just go, Bakura..." was all he said.

oooXXXooo

And that's how it went. Now here I am, on the plane to Domino City. I meant to go back as soon as I graduated from university, but I was on my own at the time. I didn't have the money. Things got very sloppy with my father when I got to London, I told him once I graduated I wanted to go back, to be with my friends. And Tristan.

He practically disowned me, and went back to Egypt, leaving me alone in England.

So, to gain some funds, I wrote a few short stories. They did very well, and I was asked to write more. Soon I had a publisher, and I was writing manuscripts for novels. So with this life, I stayed in London.

It was a good life. But I was also afraid to go back. Tristan's words still haunted me.

"... am I not enough?"

You were enough Tristan. You were so much more. And now that I was going home, maybe I could set things right. I only hoped you still felt the same way. I loved you, Tristan Taylor.

I wanted you. But would you have me?

TBC...


Yikes, that has to be the... well, weirdest stuff I have ever written. No humor, so I think it qualifies as angst? Nah, maybe just romance, I'm still not sure on the whole 'angst' thing. Ah well, sooner or later I'll get the hang of it. It's weird how music can set things up in such a way. Anti-Nostalgic... a new favorite.