// dedicating this fic to flesh and bones, a very loyal witer as well who, I guess has been an inspiration to me, once again these kind of stories just pops out of my head//

Please hold me tight

This is a lonely night

I love to watch you while you sleep, you always smile when you do, all I can do is wonder what makes you smile like that.

Now you’re finally alone, finally rid of me, and I’m lonely.

It is true, you never really something’s true value until you lose it.

Yet, it’s not entirely true; I knew what I had long ago. Only I was too blind to see its true value, from that moment I met you, I was quite aware of you. Aware of your dreams, your desires, you’re longing for someone like me, someone who didn’t need words to understand what you were meaning to say. A soul mate.

And I have hurt you too much

All because you are my light

What a disappointment I must have been, so alike you in looks, yet so unlike you in temper, I can never be who you deserve, you deserve someone more caring.

But I do care for you, don’t ever forget that. How could I not, being how I am? But the ways I show my affection only make you hurt.

My nature is violent, like yours is peaceful.

I fight for the person I love, and that is only you, but you would lay your life down for anyone, just so no one else would get hurt. But in your times of danger I could not help but take over, as if somehow I can tap into your courage, that one emotion you would let me into.

You make me strong,

Just like you make me weak.

In some ways I admire your innosence, your seemingly indestrucable belief in goodness, even through your body and soul is bearing the scars of the futility of this.

Would there have been less if I wasn’t there?

You let me live with you without any objections, I thought it would be better for us both I would have a place to stay to get used to the world, and you would have me around to protect you.

The world hasn’t changed much, the strong prey on the weak, covering their crimes with their words, it just makes me sick.

Yes you may think I am sadistic, and a jerk, but even I have my limits. I am honest about who I am.

You really do look angelic while you sleep, unwillingly my hand reaches out and touches your hair, compared to yours mine feels like straw, I would have made it soft but the person I would make it soft for is too afraid to even consider touching me.

My own fault, like the many others I committed in the past, but only one of the few I regret.

You softly murmur something, I think I'm caught, but a quick glance at your eyes reassures me. You smile as you speak my name, you smile as if you like its taste, you couldn’t be that fond of me could you? The next words reassure me, I just mistook a sound for the name they have given me.

“I love you so much it hurts”

The thought you had someone special in your heart never crossed my mind, I never noticed that you gave any special; interest in anyone… was……was it because of me?

It just wasn’t enough

I loved you too much

Yet another reason for me to leave, with me gone you can confess your feelings to whoever that lucky person is and finally live a happy life…. And that person should return your feelings as well, I mean who wouldn’t love your sweet brown eyes and gentle behavior?.........They better not break your heart either or I swear by all the gods they will pay….

No one causes you pain and won’t regret it, even me.

All these feeling keep coming through

It weird the way my soul gets lost in you

I don’t think there was ever a time when we were ever like partners or even allies; maybe with a little work on both our sides, we could have made our differences an advantage rather than a hindrance.

It’s just that the good ones

Always hurt more Than the bad ones do

I always tried to coax you into talking to me, but it was no use. You had already determined I was darkness, your darkness to be precise, which you’d have to live with for the rest of your days. . It takes a lot for you change your opinion about something.

The days were long

as the nights were restless

I could have adapted small ways so you could feel less comfortable around me, but the only time I wanted to do that was when I was going to be totally be shut out by you, I knew quite well I was way to late.

I miss you

I’m missing you even before I left you

I looked out the window and know I’m running out of time it is almost dawn and you wake up as soon as the first ray of sunlight hits you, even through it’s the weekend. Unwillingly I can’t leave you without knowing what its like, even through I'm quite sure the memory will end up haunting me forever, I brush your lips lightly and breathe in your scent.

For the first time my numbness was replaced by a stab of pain, why couldn’t you have given me more chances?

Ill soon be gone now

I’ll never forget you

“I love you, even through the world stops turning, even if the stars stop shinning, even if the sun stops rising.” It finally passes my lips easily now, what I could never tell you if you were conscious, even through my voice is barely audible.

Your smilling again as if through you understood, I will like to remember you this way, a gentle forgiving angel. Sleep well my hikari, when you wake the darkness has finally left your life forever.

As I walk away I don’t look back, it something you learn in life, never dwell on what is behind you.

Yet what is there to look forward to?

Not that it matters, for the first time in my life I have done something purely for someone else; maybe some god will take mercy on me and finally end my existence. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ryou pov.

I slowly opened my eyes, slightly disappointed to find my dream had been nothing more than that ; a fantasy. My dark didn't have any feelings for me but hate and contempt.

Still, I kept dreaming about you.

That kiss felt so real ... I closed my eyes and tried to relive it. It didn't work. I sighed as I rose and started to dress. my yami would probably expect me to make some sort of breakfast.

In fact, I was surprised at the silence in the house. Maybe my yami was still asleep.

It was never meant

never meant to be

On the kitchen-table he found the note, pinned down by a kitchen-knife. I had to tear it to read it since I wasn't strong enough to pull the blade out of the wood. I didn't really know what to expect, just the single word that brought tears to my eyes. I knew who it was from

"Farewell"