When I saw you lying there with your head against your light blue souldoor, my heart hurt. I heard you, when you sung. I listened to every word that came over your lips. Of course I was full of surprise couldn't believe my own senses, when I saw you lying there. I had ascribed your singing to my imagination. Of course I care about you. I wish I could tell you but next door seems a world away. You wished me away from you. And I tried to comply with your very wish. We share a soul, I couldn't separate with you completely, but I could keep to myself and leave you alone.

Here is my letter. I hope we can start over, if you still want me to leave, I will. But if you don't, I will be so happy, I'll hug the life out of you. (Don't take that last remark literally).

You're not happy

That look in your eyes

But I'm not going to soften

That will be my demise

I wasn't aware

Of my feelings

But I do care

I didn't want you to know

I wouldn't dare

To let my feelings show

You always were happy

When I was away

But you couldn't smile

When I left you that day

All those tears

Saltier than the rain

Cries from your soul

Make me go insane

Like a little child so innocent

Always so dependent

All I want to do is to

Take you away from all harms

Little angel return to my arms

I will take care of you.

But the truth of those words

The tears on the paper

They wouldn't let me go

I kept thinking

Wanted you to be happy

If you want I will vow

To never hurt or use you again

To make you happy for eternity

Please let me into your heart…again…

Bakura turned away from the paper. He just wanted to start all over again. A second chance for both of them. He sighed, starting all over would be difficult. But this time he would do his best, not for his own goals, like stealing the millenium items. But for one simple thing: making his light happy. He was getting soft, he knew. But if his light needed this change of heart, he would swallow his pride.

One door away. There laid a boy on the bed, thinking. What was the meaning of his life? He didn't have a goal in life. Maybe protecting his friends from Bakura's wrath? Bakura wasn't here anymore; he had felt the cold of the other one's souldoor. It felt like the spirit had locked himself in the item again, not to return in ages. He looked at his stomach where the millenium ring hung. The sharp points of his Item looked almost inviting him. Ryou was so angry with himself, for letting his dark go. Would death be his solution? Again and again he looked at those sharp golden points. He couldn't live like this. His soul felt like it was ripped in two. Without Bakura his life meant nothing. Surely when his friends would find out, they would blame Bakura on his death.

He started sobbing softly, he didn't want to die. But he would do it for his dark. He would die for him.

On that moment there was a knock on his door.

The boy on the bed gasped and run to the door to open it. "Bakura." There was none outside, only a letter. He picked it up from the floor. He unfolded the paper with no hopes at all. Bakura had left, so who had delivered this letter? Was he worth someone's paper someone's ink, someone's time?

He started to read, to take all the words in. His hands were shaking.

A/N: No, I'm not depressed. Actually I'm sitting here in a leather chair, my best dress on, a sack fruit gum on the desk, beside the mouse. Ironic? Maybe but it's like I need counteracts for al my happy feelings in real life.

Sorry for the late update, I'v been preocupied with homework, christmas, etc.