Yuuri put down the pen on his desk and blew on the paper he'd been writing on to hasten the drying of the ink. He'd just finished penning down a song; his first-ever song. He'd never been musically inclined even though he did a little bit of guitar in his music classes. It was a good thing too, or he would never have been able to get the heaviness in his heart off of his chest. When no number of perfect swings with his bat did anything to distract him from his loneliness, the sixteen-year-old former Maou of New Makoku decided he might take a more artistic way to vent his frustration. It was what Wolfram would have done anyway, and lately, it was like Wolfram could have done no wrong – if only Wolfram were there with him.

Thus this song Yuuri wrote, now lying on his desk, inanimate. Well, at least until Yuuri decided to pick up his guitar and play it. Said song would enjoy but a short dance in the air, but for the time that it would waltz with the wind, Yuuri hoped that the song would float to the other world, as far-fetched as that might have seemed. In the despairing heart though, not only disbelief was suspended, but reality as well. Only hope was allowed to live within its confines, and honesty torn from the soul.

I can't say I don't love her.

Still I can't pretend.

My heart is torn just knowing that

I'm losing my best friend.

If it's easier said than done,

Then someone tell me why

Though I try

I can't find the words to say goodbye…

It wasn't that he didn't want to look back. It was just that Yuuri knew that one look into those deep emerald eyes of his fiance's and he would have lost his only means to return to his parents and the life he'd been born into. What he'd give now to see those jade eyes again. Anything, really. Anything at all.

I can tell her that I'm sorry

And hope she'll understand

And she'll have to do with someone else

All that we had planned

I'd rather her hear the truth

Than hurt her with a lie

So I try

I can't find the words to say goodbye.

Yuuri knew from the start that there would be no "Yuuri and Wolfram". At first he thought it was because they were both guys, and then it became a lot of things – mostly things of his invention. Time and again he told Wolfram of those things; made the other believe them as the truth, so much so that after some time even Yuuri itself came to recognize the lies as his beliefs, not his defenses. Somehow though, Wolfram had seen through the subterfuge and had stuck to Yuuri through it all. So when the time came to leave, Yuuri did not say goodbye. He just left.

I know I have to go

There's no other way

But goodbye is not what I

Can bring myself to say

Yuuri knew it was cowardice, what he did; try as he might now he cannot justify it, but he could at least admit it to himself now, after all this time.

If I tell her "see you later"

but then I might be wrong

This voice inside is driving me

To find where I belong

I know I must leave her now

Everytime I try

Don't know why

I can't find the words to say goodbye

Don't know why

I can't find the words to say goodbye…

Yuuri burst into tears after the last strains faded. He would never be able to say goodbye.

Seconds turned into minutes, and after a long moment, Yuuri realized that he'd written to a feminine subject even though Wolfram was a guy. He was about to replace all the "her"'s with "him"'s but then he stopped himself. It didn't matter. Wolfram would never hear this. He'd never find the words to say goodbye.

Disclaimer: I own neither "Kyou Kara Maou" or "I Can't Find The Words to Say Goodbye" by David Gates and Bread.