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"Mr. Kaiba! Mokuba, sir!"
Mokuba snaps awake, rubbing his eyes as Roland calls him on the office's intercom.
"Damnit, Roland." he mutters, straightening himself as he directs his vision towards the intercom speaker he installed on the desk, pressing a button next to it to reveal a hologram of Roland's face.
"It's news about your brother, sir," Roland pauses. "We found him."
Mokuba immediately stands up at this, now more awake.
"Is he alive? Where is he?!" Mokuba demanded, already feeling the lump in his throat growing, his voice booming through the room just like his brother's used to when someone would mess up in his company, or when Pegasus was meddling with KaibaCorp business.
Roland's voice returns through the hologram, "W-well uh sir.. We are getting him to the best hospital in Domino City." The man's voice sputtering with stress.
'Damnit Seto... You better be alright I swear to God I'll kill you if you aren't already dead!' Mokuba thinks, his face scrunched with anger and tears stinging the corner of his eyes.
"Send me the location that you're sending him to. I'll be there in 7."
Mokuba shuts off the hologram before Roland can respond, grabbing his black trenchcoat and rushing out of Seto Kaiba's office. He had been utilizing it to run KaibaCorp when Seto disappeared off to... God knows where. The man had been missing for nearly two years after he first started using the Quantum Cube to travel to the afterlife to battle Atem, but when he returned he was working on some project to do with alternative realities. That's when he went to the KaibaCorp space station one day and.. Disappeared.
Mokuba gets into the car, immediately starting it and rushing down the highway, weaving between slow cars, and far surpassing the legal speed limit. He tried focus on driving responsibly, but the tears welling in his eyes kept distracting him from being able to see the road.
'Ugh... Hell I have to stop crying. I can't see what I'm doing. Focus Mokuba, focu-'
His thoughts were cut off, as he felt millions of sharp cold knives hit him everywhere, his breath knocked out of him as he was uplifted from his seat, and he could see and hear the blaring sirens of an emergency ambulance.
The last thing he felt as he hit the cold wet pavement was being lifted up by paramedics, and the muffled voices of doctors.
"Isn't that his brother..?"
"I guess they're both together now."
"We must get them both to the hospital, we don't have time!"
"But sir the ambulance has been rearended-"
Mokuba couldn't think of anything else except the doctor's voice booming:
"NOW!"
...and then silence.
The thought circles through his head, over and over. She might yet need it. There’s still hope. If he can make the kefta, if he can only finish what he started, then maybe there will be someone to give it to when it’s complete.
A tear spills over his eyelids, and he doesn’t realize until it’s dripping down onto his still-shaking hands.
These are the lies he tells himself to stay sane. To keep moving.
She’ll be back. She’ll need it. She’ll be cold.
He’ll keep her warm. It’s his job to take care of her.
But she won’t be back. She will never wear his gift. He could sew hundreds of keftas for her, each more elaborate than the last, and she will never have cause to wear them. There will be a wardrobe that is never opened, never disturbed.
The dust will settle, and only he will be there to clear it away.
A fourth time. A fifth. His hands keep moving, frantic to find whatever Ilsa might’ve done to the garment. This is his anchor, the tether holding him together, and now he’s breaking.
—Song of dying stars by andromedabennet
I'm fuckin sobbing on my bed :")
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Why I Can’t Bring Myself to Tell My Friends I Love Them
I used to tell my friends that I loved them all the time. If I saw them doing something I thought was cute, or if they made an awesome joke, or if they tried their hardest on something, or when I would get the occasional rush of gratitude for them, I would tell them. Love was meant to be expressed when they were still there to receive it, and love was meant for everyone. I wanted everyone to know that love was meant to be given liberally.
Back when my ex best friend cared about me, she was so supportive. She would tell me that there was good in the world and there were things to be living for, and she would always be so happy and in love with life. She was a small person, with a round face and the warmest hugs, and she would tell me that I was worth it. That I was worth loving, that I was amazing, that I made her life better. My second new best friend does that too. She does all of that. They’re different people, but in terms of what they provide me they’re nearly the same, and in terms of appearance, they look similar. And that scares me because there’s a reason my ex best friend is no longer my friend, and to see the same feelings start for someone similar is terrifying.
When I finally acknowledged my first best friend after moving on from the last one, I noticed she was giving me everything my ex best friend couldn’t, but I was resigned to the idea that she wasn’t as verbally or physically affectionate. I still love that best friend, but those are my love languages, and I don’t usually get them from other people. And then my second best friend came into my life and gave me exactly what I wanted and needed that was missing from my first best friend. But now there’s a problem. Because my first best friend isn’t very verbally affectionate, she probably wouldn’t like it if I told her I love her, and even if she did, I would be opening up to her too much and that might push her away. My second best friend would absolutely love it if I told her I loved her, but I’m too worried that I’ll put all my energy into that friendship only to slowly realise that I’m not getting anything back.
I want to love them. I do love them. And I always thought it was a cliché motivation when a character was like “I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to be hurt again”, but that is exactly how I feel and I couldn’t even trust my second best friend when she told me that she would always care about me because that’s what I told my ex best friend and now I hate her with a burning passion. I hate songs like “Night Changes” or “The One That Got Away” because they remind me that something you think will be infinite could end within a moment, and I hate reading fanfics where characters end up far away from each other with no possible way of regaining the relationship they had before and/or in canon because that’s the truth of life. People will come and go and you can’t do anything about it. Love is never going to be enough if it’s only going one way. Life isn’t a show where everything comes full circle; there are going to be loose ends and regrets and there will be no consolation or closure and everyone leaves eventually no matter how much you or they care. I love my best friends now but if I admit it to them then it solidifies the idea that there’s something to lose, and I can’t stand that. I don’t want to be hurt again. Despite how genuine my best friends may be right now, there will be a day where they don’t care. I don’t want to reach that day. I don’t want it to continue to that point. I don’t want to tell them I love them.