Tears fell on the cushions, he didn't understand. But he understood it to well. He had hurt him, brought him nothing but trouble. Jet there was this strange feeling in his stomach, like fluttering butterflies every time he looked at his hikari, his light. He knew all to well what this meant. It meant he cared about Ryou. And he wanted it to stop, because both of them would only end up hurt. Love hurt, it hurt too much. He had learned and promised himself he would never love again. Bakura sighed never was an awfully long time. He would do the best. The best for him and his hikari. He would miss him.

Bakura appeared from the ring, starred at the paper on the desk. Picked another clean paper from the pile and Ryou's pen.

Black words, blurred by tears stained the paper.

Every word written with emotion, a cry from his soul.

I have not cried for a very long time.

tears fall silently on the paper

it shouldn't

but it did hurt me

to read that message

You don't want me

You won't miss me

But I think I'm gonna miss you

I walk in the darkness

Miss you already

Didn't realize

I hurt you so much

Until those hard words

Those tears on the paper

The blurred words

Of hate

You hate me

Don't you

You don't want me

Do you

You wished I were gone

Guess you're not the one to blame

I am

I hurt you

Saw you as a toy

Used you carelessly

Didn't take care about you

So selfish I didn't ever look at you

I'm the meanest person in the world

To not even notice an angel, like you are

I'll make your wish come true

To make you happy for one time

You have suffered too much

Now you won't suffer anymore

I'll leave you

To make you happy

To see your smile for the last time

I'll be gone

You're not gonna miss me

But I will miss you

My angel…

Ryou walked in the room, looking for his history book, when he noticed two papers on the desk instead of one.

He read the other paper, just like his it was tearstained. The letters where blurred, this wasn't his handwriting.

'O god.' He whispered when he finished reading. He tried to reach Bakura in the ring. No answer to his calls, any feeling at all. A silent tear slit down his face. He couldn't smile. He cried himself to sleep holding the paper close to him. He had never felt so alone in his life.

A/N : They are really like angel and devil. Can't live with but can't live without either. They belong totogether make one whole.

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