Closed RP
He lay upon the ink blot, his head directly in the center and he wondered if this was what it felt like to have been Ginny, laying so cold in the chamber.
She lived. Just barely.
Now he was living, or existing, for with the pain within him, he did not feel as though he should be living. But he would not want to die. He would never want to die.
Merope had wanted to die. Ryuuji had wanted to die. Ryuuji couldn't live for him and he knew all too well the signs of that. He had his own abandonment issues to work out, but they did allow him to realize the sad fact that one had been beginning right under his nose. If he wasn't enough for Ryuuji to live for, then he was clearly doing something wrong.
Even worse was the point that Ryuuji did love Seto enough to give his life up to him.
Up to Seto. Not to him. As hard as he worked, he couldn't reach the level of intimacy Seto shared with Ryuuji.
He couldn't make Ryuuji live for him. Just like he couldn't do for his own mother. It was a vicious cycle really and Tom was steadily realizing why he had never bothered with relationships, or love in general, in the past before.