#icametothiscity

No matter how many times you mentally prepare yourself there is no real preparation for saying goodbye to your fiancé.

There is no book to guide you through it, there is only your own thoughts and dreams which you wish you could have had.

The things you could have wished you said sooner and the things you wished you had done sooner as well.

It was odd how much a room could spin when you entered it from emotional state. Doctor and nurse stood around his bed ready to disconnect the machines that were trying to keep life to an already dead form.

There was a slow nod from the scientist’s head as they went to start with the removal. Machine which signalled life was turned off and mechanic constantly tried to swallow the huge lump that was in his throat.

However, what happened next could only be defined as a miracle.

He thought he was losing his mind at first truthfully. But as he stared on he realized it really had happened - He opened his eyes.

Emotions bubbled to the surface as tears rolled down the mechanic’s face and his entire body shook, a hand holding trembling lips as he began to sob only to be left standing in the same place he stood unable to move as he shook his head and only one statement flew free from his hysteric state;

Heart raced as he dreamt, but oddly enough he couldn’t ever remember those dreams - All he knew at the time of slumber was the echoing sound of the beeps of the heart rate monitor.

Every time he woke up he simply thought he dreamt in black and all that there was was the noise of the machine.

However he knew that wasn’t true, everyone dreamt every night it was scientifically proven, or so it had been, so he had to have dreamt but simply forgot his dreams… Right?

It had just been over a month since Ryushi had fallen to such grave illness that the scientist brought it upon himself to seek medical aid and checked him into the hospital.

He would visit frequently, simply claiming they were twin brothers - But with how the researcher held the other’s bed ridden hand and how he looked into his eyes as his grip tightened you would have to be a complete fool to not know the truth.

Some nights were spent at the hospital with him, hand still gripped tightly onto his partner’s hand slumped over in a chair as his face rested on the bed. Cheeks were crusty from the tears which streamed down his face during his slumber, but the one thing he wouldn’t do was stop visiting.

It was getting to a point that he heard it often from others. “Give up on him.” Was the most blunt of all, but he simply disregarded their advice.

However it had now come to a point where even the medical professionals had whispered to him in a hushed attempt to not have the patient hear in the room.

"You should be thinking of different options."

He remembered the first time he heard it from the doctor and how he had to swallow a lump down his throat. How he had to bite his lower lip in order to keep the tears back. It was a mixture of confusion, denial and despair.

Yet denial won overall because he still wouldn’t give up on him - No, he wouldn’t give up on;

Tingles erupted throughout the scientist's stomach as fingers caressed over his muscles and he blinked looking up with a little flush;

"Dear lord, Bruno, drop the honorifics…" He sighed softly, before shaking his head and looking at him curiously. "Anyways, what’s the matter?"

"Yusei! Y-Yusei-kun…." Cue a nervous and worried Game King, as he holds a black and red 3Ds in his hands. It looked pretty fine, unless you count the top screen which was literally barely hanging by a thread. A electronic cord to be specific!

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