The breath caught in Bakura's throat, shoulders hunching in as he looked down. "I--" he faltered. "I just..."

He trailed off, shoulders slowly going slack once more. "...I just want to be happy..." he finished in a very soft whisper, eyes low.

Except that he wasn't. There were moments, moments he treasured over everything else...! But it was like trying to hold sand. Something would come along and change things and he would be left with nothing but fragments. The empty apartment. The empty apartment across the hall... when even L was moving on and he was left behind...