Alone Together

33: Letter for Ryou Bakura

Finals week will have me MESSED UP

Even with just five hours of sleep, the dream came back; this time, more realistic than ever before.

Ryou recognized the setting: his living room on a chilly evening. He could feel the couch he was sitting on. It was scary how well he recognized his carpet by running his toes against it. Not only that, he could feel the body heat of the person kissing him.

They scooped him up in their arms, holding him dear, kissing him warmly and making him feel loved and wanted.

He could feel their breath on his face. His lips were squished against theirs but thin with a smile, and he reached out to them to feel their face in his hands.

It was odd; it felt familiar. The shape of the jaw and cheeks weren't foreign to him. The nose he felt that was squished against his own, he recognized.
Ryou felt hair, which was soft to the touch, long in between his fingers.

When he opened his eyes, he realized he was looking up at his ceiling. He reached to his face and touched his lips, shutting his eyes tight and trying to finish the dream and unveil the other person, although he was sure who it was.

Sitting up instantly, Ryou kicked on his slippers and looked at his clock, reading the time. He was only up about twenty minutes before his alarm would go off.

Melvin. Where is he?

Without an idea what to do when he found him, Ryou left his bedroom and glanced around. Did he go back to his apartment last night? He wasn't sure what exactly had occurred. They hugged for a moment, definitely cried, but after that seemed hazy. He thought he could recall himself finally laying down and falling asleep, which felt very rude since Melvin might've just sitting there with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

He rubbed his tired eyes and checked the guest room, smiling at the bundle of blankets that covered such a loud snorer. Melvin was in his little ball and sleeping loudly. 

Ryou tiptoed towards him. He wasn't sure why, but he kept getting closer until he was eventually at his bedside. It was creepy, he was sure, but he felt himself tracing his finger along Melvin's ear, making sure the feeling of his face in his dream was the same.

Ryou inhaled slowly, yawned, and then remembered that he was intruding. He faced Melvin's confused stare all the same.
"What time is it?" He asked in a whisper. Melvin pointed to his phone, which Ryou picked up, the bright numbers reading 5:15. 

"That's so early." Melvin grumbled. 

Ryou poked his nose. "I can't sleep."

"So why are you standing there, then?" He moved the blankets and scooted closer to the wall and gestured for Ryou to join. "C'mere. Show me some love."

Ryou curled next to him and pulled the blankets over himself. The bed was so warm, and so was Melvin. He felt his muscled arms curl around him and pull him closer. Then he felt Melvin's face on the top of his head.

"I can't remember the last time I was held so close." Ryou whispered.

Melvin chuckled, but his grip didn't change.

It wasn't long before Ryou felt himself drifting off into sleep. He still reached up, though, feeling the side of Melvin's face.