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Roses. They were always seen as the most beautiful flowers.. the ones you would give to your lovers. The graceful flower… so precious to millions of people. But on the reverse side, the rose could be a symbol of death. A blessing for those departed from this world.
Ryou sighed.
He kept walking towards his home. Would anyone leave a rose on his grave if he were to die? He doubted it severely. No one would care at all would they? They would just go on with their little lives…wondering who seemed to be missing but not really caring.. just curious. The boy's locks of white hair were pulled back by a small blue band.. just enough so he could see clearly. His brown eyes that were usually so caring and bright were fogged over. In his mind, he was thinking.. rather hard. He was still uncertain with his decision. What was he going to do? Would he…. Shaking his head harshly, Ryou kept on walking. He should rather think about it at home.
The sky darkened a bit as he wandered the streets. His blue shirt was buttoned carelessly.. and his beige pants were rolled up a bit at the ends to prevent them from sliding on the floor. Glancing upwards he saw a few clouds floating lazily and a blue bird flying. The bird would drop low to the ground, nearly touching the top of peoples head, then it would soar high about them, nearly touching the heavens. Ryou stopped momentarily to watch. For some reason he had always loved birds.. when he was a child, he wanted to be a bird. It was always a fantasy of his, being able to fly over the heavens… But with age comes reason, and so his fantasy died. Along with his mother and sister.
A few minutes later, Ryou found himself wandering into his own house. It was quiet when he stepped in, a signal that his other half was out somewhere. The boy sighed, somewhat disappointed he didn't have the yami around… he had grown accustomed to the constant beatings and blood… and somewhat even grew to like some of them. Hey, it meant that someone was paying attention to him. Even if it was only to hurt him.
Taking a few strides over to the couch near him, Ryou plopped onto the open cushions with a thud. It was already beginning to transfer into evening and he still wasn't hungry. He hadn't eaten in about two days… but he told everyone he had eaten, just so they wouldn't worry. Like they would. The TV seemed so alien.. he turned his back to it and rested on his side. Until his yami came home, this would be a nice place to rest. Just until.
If only, if only… the woodpecker sings….if only the wind blows… the way in my dreams…Ryou didn't know why he thought of that little rhyme. He shrugged it off and allowed himself some sleep. He would be needing it if he was going to be put through hell once more that night.
Could I? I don't know… Should I? I don't know. I need to think about it some more… just another week. A week won't matter, will it? I'll be fine… not a care….fine… And with those final words, Ryou fell into his sleep.