Title: Never Meant To Be
Author: Soraki
Rating: PG
Pairing: One-sided Yuuram.
Genre: Angst.
Chapter: one-shot
Summary: In the solace of his empty bedchamber, Wolfram finally faces the reality of his relationship with Yuuri.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No money made here.
Comments: Urrrr….hello to any of my YGO fans who are reading my stuff! Sorry about the lack of posting in the past two years. Heh heh heh, my muses died…and Gwendel knitted me some new ones. XD

Wolfram shivered slightly in his bed, curling into a tighter ball and clutching at his thin pink nightgown. It had been a while since he last slept in his own room, on his own bed, and the room had grown cold and dead. The room was dark and clammy, heavy white sheets protecting the furniture from the dust of disuse. The light drapes fluttered in the gentle breeze and captured the moonlight, glowing like the ghosts of memories.

It was in this room that his mother would read him stories during her reign as Maou. It was in this room that Conrart would watch over him, should he fall ill. It was in this room that Wolfram would find his solace when he needed to escape from the woes of the real world.

It was in this room that Wolfram now cried.

Lying on top of the cold sheets, Wolfram cried his heart out, muffling his sobs with his pillow. It had been months since he had felt like he belonged in the castle. Always being the useless one—not calm enough to be a diplomat like Gwendel nor strong enough to be a soldier like Conrart. And just not good enough to be wanted by Yuuri.

Wolfram spent his days wandering the castle, watching from the sidelines as his older brothers worked with the young Maou to save the country one little human village at a time. He gazed idly at the round dining table where it all started. Where Yuuri slapped him and claimed him as his own.

Then there were the nights. The long, cold, and empty nights. Wolfram would lie in bed staring at the back of his fiancé, wondering about that very slap. Wondering how he could hold the engagement so dear while his fiancé wouldn't even give it the time of day.

Wolfram didn't understand what was going on. He knew at the beginning that Yuuri flat out refused to marry a man. Over time the protests became more few and far between, but the relationship between the two young men stayed the same—strong friendship.

Yuuri no longer kicked Wolfram out of his bed every night, but he also never welcomed him. He no longer had such a wandering eye, but his sights never landed on his own blond betrothed. With duty always coming first, Wolfram never had time to even say a quiet hello. The relationship was quickly growing apathetic and it scared the young prince.

So Wolfram spent the past weeks thinking carefully over the past events. Maybe Yuuri just got sick of fighting? Maybe, in order to avoid the whole thing, Yuuri was diving into work so he could just finish and go back to Earth. Go back home.

He felt as if he was losing his fiancé quickly and losing his sanity even faster. And it hurt. But Wolfram loved Yuuri, truly loved him from the depths of his heart, and he knew what to do. What was the saying? Conrart had told it to him once in this room, when he refused to give up his stuffed bear Gwendel had knitted for him.

"If you love something, set it free. And if it doesn't come back, then it was never meant to be."

And so he did. This night he walked right past Yuuri's bedroom and into his own. And as he tried to forget and just sleep, as his heart wrenching and soul shattering cries echoed off the stone walls of his bedchamber, reminding him and keeping him awake, Wolfram took in his surroundings.

And he was still alone.