I fell once in love.

I lit up its fire, first with curiosity as well as temptation.

It responded with a hungry smell- wishing me, no, daring me to kiss its end.

Slowly the aroma pulled me closer, the small white sense of clear hell.

I knew if I once loved it, it'll only want me more. I knew if I once fell into it, it'll only remind me more and more-

"It's not I who came to you, but you who came to me."

It was the truth, the hurting truth that pierces me with scars of everlasting pain.

I went to it in the memories of pain, loneliness and tears.

I was once told that it was teenagers that took everything good and bad, to what only killed them.

-That only hurt ones will be the ones who hurt others.

I smoked.

And he never liked me smoking. I remember when he'd always print out a report of a random man dying of the health caused by his smoking addiction. I laughed but I knew he was dead serious.

If he knew I would die because of this nasty habit-

Why did he die first?

Why did he leave me off alone in this world where I was to burn alone with this painful cigarette?

That's when things started. Everything and when everything went wrong.

Aside from my major game building company, I bid and gambled- people's lives.

Idiots who knew nothing of the importance of life- who would offer souls to devils and to desires they only need of.

I bought women and men to fill my loneliness.

I made them know how filthy life is.

How I deserve to be happy.

How I deserve to be happy.

But- but I never knew how…they deserve to be happy too.

Sold Love

He didn't look up. I can hear the small teardrops falling onto his plate, ringing a small echo.

I stood up. This atmosphere slowly seems to burn me off.

I needed a cigarette.

I can't eat anymore.

I can't breathe in here anymore.

I slowly walked away from the table as soon as he left.

I tried to remember the restroom I came from and locked the door and cried until my heart was sore.

I hate how my life was useless- how my expectations are broken just by one's actions.

That bastard, that hopeless man, who I can't do anything-

Then I heard a knock on the door I was leaning against. I found myself suddenly noticing the cold knob that locked the door between us.

"I don't want you to open this door- but I just want you to listen-"

His voice was calm, warmer than before.

"What you're expecting of me, was somehow similar to how I expected of somebody."

I felt the door slightly move, as if he was leaning on it also.

"But they left. With nothing to keep but their stupid memory and tears- I don't want you crying, but I won't make you happy either."

I slowly turned to face the door. Withoutmy notice, my hand slowly turned on the knob, opening the door between him and me.

"But I won't be mad at your stupid smile."

The door opened.

He looked at me straight in my freaking red eyes, burning with tears.

He smirked.

Grasped my hand and pulled me upstairs, watching me time to time as I sniff my last tear.

We were at a balcony now slowly the sun going down.

I think I already know what's going to happen between us, what will be next-

But I shouldn't expect.

Jou slowly shuddered at the cold wind and Seto saw his blonde hair rush through with it. He lifted his left arm and pulled him closer for warmth. Jou didn't say anything but his eyes widened at such attempt.

Seto then hugged him from behind leaning his head against Jou's hair, slowly whispering to him-

"Let's stay like this for a moment."

Jou liked the warmth and the attractive voice that only tempted him to nod and accept.

"Let's go inside."

He slowly spoke, holding Jou's hand and pulled him inside to his room.

UPDATE! WOW THEY'RE GOING INSIDE? WHAT'S NEXT?

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