A/N Marik's writing now. Enjoy.
Page 2. Marik's reply.
I read it. I found it when I was in Ryou's room, he invited me over since were good friends. Instantly I knew it wasn't his, don't know how. But I took it with me a read it at home.
I couldn't believe it. And I know I should not be replying. It's not a letter nor a diary nor a story, just writing. I haven't shown anybody not even Ryou, I can't because of… You probably guessed. The confession. These words I'll keep with me until I die, after even, have them buried with me. Death could be soon. Ah, all the times he said his confession was stupid, how wrong he was. I never hated him, don't now and never will. I acted like I did because I couldn't take it that I…
The confession isn't stupid, the love isn't stupid, the fact that we both felt the same but never said is stupid. So, because he did, because it's true I'll write it right here…
I love Bakura.
…to put it bluntly. There. Stupid is it not? Writing back in hope he'll see? Writing words because I can never tell? If anyone lays eyes on these words, this writing it will not be him. If we meet again we'll both be dead. And if somehow I'm wrong , if we meet before I swear I'll make him sick, sick with a drug called 'love'. My love. If he reads this he'll find me, if he doesn't I'll try my best to find him. One last thing, just to make him wish he was here to kiss or kill me, maybe both, I'll finish off with two words that mean one thing, something you should know by now. My one last thing,
Sorry Bakura.
A/N T.T sweet.
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