Cloudylemon

The moon had risen by the time Yami was finally able to excuse himself from the group. He’d truly enjoyed catching up with everyone, but the thought of a certain person and the guilt and worry surrounding them had been eating away at him since the moment he’d noticed their absence. That person was you, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight until he saw your face and knew for definite that you were safe and well. He shuddered and gripped his jacket closer to his lithe frame, the wind was bitterly cold against his face and he could feel the tip of his nose burning at its biting touch. Besides him Yugi chattered absentmindedly,

You smiled at the sky above, spreading out your arms as you did so in order to comb your fingers through the cool grass where you lay in solitude. The gentle midsummer breeze kissed past your face, stopping to rustle your hair before drifting onwards to caress the skin of the next person it passed. The sky was the colour of a bruise tonight, a murky eggplant hue littered with stitch marks of constellations. You absentmindedly lifted a hand to trace them, index finger gliding across the milky pointers as if you were completing and interstellar dot-to-dot. Your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed blissfully inwards, inhaling the calming aroma

You cautiously peered out from behind the safety of the large mahogany door, troubled eyes brimming with an uneasy mixture of worry and apprehension as you glanced inside of the fiery haired man's study -that same dark feeling of utter sadness washing over you in endless waves of misery, a vile concoction that had become all too familiar to your exhausted form throughout the past few months. It hurt your heart to just look at him, the way his once immaculate appearance had become tainted and dishevelled with lack of sleep and the painful desperation that flowed through his veins as he continued to lock himself away inside of his study, const

The first thing he felt was the aching. Every part of his body throbbed with a dull pain, from his fingertips to his toes - it spread to even his eyelids; stubbornly refusing to open as if they had been sewn shut. His clothes were damp and there was a chill descending down his spine, yet he lacked the energy to sit up and inspect the cause of the problems. Or was he already sat up? He felt too disorientated to tell. A sharp snuffling sensation brushed against the boy’s frozen cheek, suddenly jolting him awake. He rose with a sharp gasp, cold air filling his lungs. They burned as they contracted with each gasping breath of crisp oxyge