Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Kat is ready to stab me. Enjoy this last chapter and I'm sorry it's short. I hope you like it. Comments are welcomed. :)
*Bakura's POV*
"What the hell Marik? None of that was true!" I yell at the blonde Egyptian.
He glares at me. "Because I thought you didn't love her!"
"So you tell her I'm gay and that I'm never coming back?" I run out the door, all the way to Layla's apartment. "Layla?" I knock on the door. "Answer the door." Nothing happens. I insert my key and force my way in. "Layla?" No response. Damn it Marik! I run through the apartment and search every room until I come to hers. It's locked. "Layla!" She doesn't respond. I pick the lock as quickly as I can. I find her on the floor. She and the carpet are soaked with blood. "Layla?" I swallow a sob. I yank the knife out of her hand and throw it against the wall. I find her legs cut open. Her body is still warm. "Don't worry. I'm here to save you, to protect you." I lift her up to my chest. "I'm so sorry." I start crying. "I have failed you again." I check for any sign of life, there isn't any. I cry out in my rage and sorrow. I drown in my emotions.
What am I supposed to do? I look around her room in agony. "You can't be gone." I whisper. I find a note on top of an envelope that is titled "Layla's Will."
Bakura,
I understand that you don't love me and that these last few months were to only clear your conscious. But, I truly love you. I loved you three thousand years ago when you beat me, and I love you today when you are sweet. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. I wanted you to be happy, and I'm so proud you found happiness. I can only wish you the best of luck. I have left everything I possess to you. I am sorry if you were the one that found me, but, like I said, I cannot live without you.
Your Faithful and Dutiful Wife,
Layla
I let out all my agony. "Don't leave me!" I sob over her body. "I don't want any of your possessions, just you and your heart!" I am covered in her blood, but I don't notice. I eye the knife I threw against the wall. If she can take her life twice, and I can't be without her, I will do the same. I pull the knife out and look down at Layla's face. Her eyes are closed and, if she wasn't for the blood, she could have been mistaken for sleeping. I take a deep breath. "This is for you Layla. I love you and will always be with you in death." Then I drag the knife across my throat, fall to my knees beside her, and black out.