/And the Shadow of the Day,
/Will embrace the world in grey.
/And the sun, will set for you.
- Shadow of the Day- Linkin Park
Yami did not return the following morning. Nor did he appear the next day. Finally, a week had passed, with no sign of the Pharoah.
Yugi watched, and waited, and day by day, seemed to fade, as his own feelings of hope did.
The rains came early. As a thick curtain of rain blanketed the town, Yugi's friends watched the small teen retreat further. He stopped accepting duel challenges. He was polite yet listless at school. It was as though Yugi himself was steadily being eroded by the persistent downpours.
The small teen sat by his bedroom window, where his Yami had once so liked to sit to think, for as long as Yugi had known him; now, his smaller partner sat in his place. The white curtain of rain reflected in Yugi's large purple eyes; his mind was cast far from his body, searching, seeking, feeling, as far as it could, for the familiar signature of his Beloved's mind. He threw the probe with a desperate anguish. I am sorry… Come home Yami. Come home, please.
There was no answer.
The morning after their argument, Yugi had rushed downstairs to the storeroom to pick up the piece of Puzzle he'd removed, to make it whole again. To damn with my pride; I'll reach him through our link and bring him back.
But the Puzzle piece was gone; he could not find it.
Yami wasn't coming back. He was beyond reach.