He is bitter and angry. They are my friends, he says, you can’t hurt them. He glares at me with narrowed brown eyes… Brown ones filled with hurt and sadness, with tears that taste of lingering pain.1
His tears.2
He wishes they are poison, so I would die and leave him be. He wishes his father had never picked me up, or bought me. He wishes he isn’t the chosen one, my chosen one.3
He wants to die.4
He rages, and I find it… amusing. He raves, but he always calms down in the end. He calms down enough to look me straight in my eyes with his gentle, doeful ones.5
“I hate you,” he mumbles.6
He leaves, but not forever, and I watch him leave.7
“I know,” I whisper to no one, “I love you too.”8
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Requested by Kou-chan on the LJ Drabble Request Meme.
Bakura/Ryou love.
Can you spot the hidden action in the words?
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