A/N; Yaayyyy! So, here's chapter 2 of my very short story… nothing more to say except enjoy!
~and maybe: disclaimer: don't own YGO! no matter how many days I spend thinking I wish I did.
Chapter 2.
You're often known as the cold heartless businessman who doesn't care about anything. You're often followed by people wherever you go, hoping to catch a glimpse of your personal life. I see you hide behind that icy façade, but I know you're just misunderstood.
After you were adopted, I used to think about you. I used to wonder how you were and if you and Mokuba were treated okay. I used to see the warm smile on your face as we took turns pushing Mokuba on the swings.
I got adopted a year later to a loving family on the outskirts of Domino, but I didn't know you were there as well.
I was happy with my family. It was just the three of us and I could tell they genuinely loved me, but I was never the same person I used to be. I was no longer the bubbly outgoing girl I used to be. Instead, I became more withdrawn and shy. I didn't talk as much anymore and hardly went outside. But I was content with my life. I was content knowing I was loved and cared for.
And I honestly believed they loved me. It had been my "mothers' idea. She wasn't able to have kids so she suggested the idea. At first, my "father" had refused, but he slowly gave in as he saw how much my mother wanted a child.
In the end, he spoiled me more than anything. I was living the dream I once had about having a family who wouldn't reject me and send me to an orphanage. Who would honestly love me, despite the fact that I was different with my pale features. But a car crash took their lives away, and in the end, I ended up in the same place I started at. The only difference was: you weren't there to hold me and make everything better. You weren't there to comfort me in the place we once both called Hell. You escaped, but I was caged in.
Gradually, I began to think that maybe you had forgotten about me. I began to think that maybe you weren't going to look for me after all. So slowly, the times we shared together became nothing more than memories. And slowly, those memories turned into nothing more than dreams. Dreams that would come back and haunt me in my sleep.
You were nothing more than a vivid dream to me, but in those dreams, you weren't you. You weren't the little boy I remembered anymore. You were different. You had changed.
I never gave much thought as to what was happening in my dreams. I never thought that maybe you had truly changed into an unrecognizable person. But in the end, I know now that I still loved you.
You're so successful now. The whole world knows you as the child genius who took over a company at the age of fourteen, and transformed it into one of the most successful companies in history.
I think to myself: why would I matter now? I am nothing more than a girl who works at a coffee shop so she can feed and clothe herself because her parents died. I am nothing more than a girl with a miserable past and no future because she had no one in the world who cared.
I know you've changed, and I know you're not the Seto I remember, so why do I find myself daydreaming about a future that can never be?
A/N: please review! Oh! and Merry Christmas!