You Could Come Over Tonight
Bakura had not told her he was hurt until she found that post and he was already at home. She couldn't fathom why he would live with someone that continually hurt him. Hailing a cab, Kisara slipped inside of the taxi and secured her seat belt after fidgeting with her dress. She'd been in a simple blue cotton dress with a frilly blouse section, where lace of a matching color was covering the top. Pairing it with a pair of silver flat shoes and her white knee-length trench, Kisara sighed and waited anxiously for the car to arrive by the apartment complex.
Paying the driver, she left the cab and hurried inside, making her way to Bakura's floor and then straight to his door without much trouble. She knocked lightly, but insistently, and waited behind the door with genuine concern. Was he too hurt to make it to the door?
"Bakura? Are you there?"