Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Harsh Truths 2 ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot. Well ok, I own some of the plot. But I got the idea for the plot from the amazing author Bakura's Shadow.

CHAPTER SIX

For one month we talked. Every day, even weekends.And it wasn't always about the tragedy. Sometimes it was about normal things. School, movies, books, life in general. Chris was a great guy. He was more like my friend than my doctor. But he actually helped me too.

He helped me to look back at the signs that preceded the suicide. Like the fact that Seto had a lot more pills around, prescription and non. And the way he lost interest in dueling and his work. He also didn't want to do all the romantic things we used to do. Like dance, go out to the movies, or go to the fanciest restaurant in town. I had started to wonder about him, but he said he was fine. Stupid fucking me, I actually believed him.

He helped me to trust again. At least, a little more than I used to. Joey was also talking to him. The same schedule as he had with Grey. Now, just for a reference, normally they don't let you out of the 10th layer of hell for anything. But because of my name and power, they gave Joey and mespecial privileges. So we got to go to school and do other normal things.

When our month was up, I felt better than I had since the tragedy. And then it happened. I fell in love again.

What had happened was this: Chris and I had finished our last session and we were talking about our school dance. It was called DaVinci Day. It was the last school day before Christmas Break.

Then he asked me. "Amy, I wanted to know if you would accompany me at tothe dance on DaVinci Day."

I looked at him stunned. I couldn't believe it. Was he really asking me out?

"Chris…I-I just…I don't think…I don't… exactly know… what to say." I was in complete shock. I didn't think that I could ever date again. Not after what happened.

Memories flooded me. I remembered when Seto first asked me out. The way he looked in my eyes. The way he smiled. His voice, full of hope and longing, wishing for me to say yes.

"Say that you'll go with me." His voice broke through my thoughts; my memories that kept returning. He smiled at me warmly, a kind, loving and wishful look in his eyes.

"Chris… that's just it. I don't think I can." "But why not?" he asked me, confused. I smiled at him and started to sing softly:

"Just maybe you need this

and I didn't mean to lead you on

You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I started.

There's no room, left here on my back,

It was damaged long ago.

Though you swear that you are true, I'd still pick my friends over you."

New Found Glory's song, My friends over you, described the situation perfectly. Maybe he did need me. And I knew that I wanted him. But my trust issue prevented me from fully being able to go through with this.

He looked at me, puzzled. I explained it to him. He looked hurt, but seemed to recover quickly.

"OK then. See you around." "Bye Chris. I'm sorry." "It's OK. I wasn't really expecting you to say yes anyway. But it was worth a shot."

He left and I swear that I saw tears forming in his eyes. But maybe it was my imagination. I had a history of hallucinating.

Then DaVinci Day came.