Sometimes, I wish I could live a better life. Sometimes, I wish I could be somebody else.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a sacrifice.
Amnesia
"S-Seto…?"
Mokuba wrapped his arms around his nii-san. Knowing what happened he hugged him. Trying to bear the pain with him.
"Why didn't you tell him Seto? Why didn't you say it was someone else?"
He did not answer.
He just sat there, gently crying replaying the moment again and again in his head.
He saw his own reflection, leaving his precious lover.
Not even imagining how much it would hurt to be left alone.
And now…there he was.
This negativity of his bitter love was soaring through his emotions, planting him nothing but mourn and tears.
But he kept thinking to himself, this was what Jou felt, this pain was what he felt.
"M-mister…are you okay?"
A sweet voice gently shook him. As the boy came closer his sweet scent caressed his body.
Jou gently lifted his face to see the boy and saw Ryou.
"J-Jou?"
Ryou almost panicked, he shook him to have his head raised once more.
Jou slightly smiled as he looked at Ryou, then he fell to his knees. Ryou dropped his books as he bent down to hold him.
Jou cried once again. As Ryou held him tightly, Jou wept.
"kura, can you hand me the blanket?"
"here."
"thank you."
Ryou smiled gently at Bakura. But his smile turned to Jou as he placed the blanket over his cold, lifeless body.
Jou still shivered. His body temperature was lower than usual and any moment it would go hotter and give him flu.
Ryou gently brushed Jou's hair, like a loving mother for her child, sighing and sighing.
"Ryou,"
a warm hand gently padded his back.
"let me go call the others."
Ryou smiled nodding, giving Bakura a gentle peck on his cheek.
Bakura left the room leaving the two alone.
Ryou couldn't help his tears, as a drop fell on Jou's hand.
"I-I s-saw."
Jou whispered.
"J-Jou?"
"d-don't l-let me go back…"
Jou whimpered, holding onto Ryou's hand.
"I-I d-don't want to s-see him."
He lied.
Lied to Ryou. Lied to himself. Lied to everything he wanted.
"d-don't let m-me go."