The Entire End of Me

By:

Setalina Muro

Summary: (Valentine'. Revamped, renamed, & reposted.) I loved him with all my heart. He wanted my body. When I had nothing else, he left and took my sanity with him…Depressing one-shot Serenityx?

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any places, people and/or other things you are familiar with from the show or anything else. The plot, however, is mine.

A/N: Okay, so this weekend, I went down to visit my grandparents. And I brought my notebooks (if you know me, you know I am never seen without them). So I rewrote the entire thing a) not being terribly impressed with the first version having written it on the spur of the moment the fourteenth of February in about four hours, and b) I had used the song 'Valentine' by Marina McBride. So, this story, previously know as 'Valentine's', 'Valentine's Day', and/or 'Pain Unforgotten, Life Abandoned' (all really lame names), has been rewritten with my own verses (That I so wrote and totally own. Boo-yah). So yeah, I hope ya'll like it!

To the Reviewers: This is a special thank you to the people who reviewed to this the first time around. Ver, I think that this should satisfy some of the missing pieces that you wanted. Storm, Bam,BB, Yusagi, it's okay to hate V-day. That was the entire point of the story. A special thanks because these are the people who reviewed the first time around. Thank you all!

Stormrose Dewleaf

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Notes on the Story:

This is first person POV. POV belonging to Serenity Wheeler.

I don't know if there is a bar in Vegas with the name I used. I am more aware that there is one in my home town.

The verses are MINE! Anyone who even considers 'borrowing' them without my permission will find themselves waking up with a replica 'Narsil' LotR blade to their throats (when I get one, mind you, but it will happen!) Okay, soory I'm done. Enjoy!

Please R&R.

The Entire End of Me

It's often said that once you love someone, really, truly love them, they never let you go. Or maybe it was the other way around. I guess I was the one who never let go. It was because I loved him above all else. And I gave up everything for him.

I moved into his house, away from my brother and his friends, giving him the chance to drag me down into his darkness. It was because I loved him. Everything I did was because I loved him.

He didn't love me. I wasn't good enough; not pretty enough, not smart enough…not enough of anything.

It rained the first day he loved me. We sat there in the storm, sharing heat and an umbrella. He stole my heart. It was pouring the day he left, and not only from the rain. Tears had trailed down my face. He had taken my warmth, my heart, and the umbrella. He shattered everything I believed in.

I couldn't bring myself to let my friends see what I had become. So, I dropped out of college and moved away from Domino and out of Japan. It's been five years since he broke my heart and crushed my spirit.

Now I live here, Las Vegas, Nevada, the city of broken dreams. I work in a run down club called Good Time Charlie's. It was a dancing club, but I know that I'm the only performer here anymore and I think that I'm the only thing that people in any more. Me, my voice, and…my body. I'm not so naïve. I'm not so stupid. I know how people are. He taught me how people are.

As I walk to the club, everything melts away. It's raining again. All the people that jostle me as I travel down the street, all the lights of this town, all the honking, beeping, screaming, blaring music, clinking machines…its all gone. Drifting away…I'm walking in a void; the same void I've been in for five years. Right now, I know if I could look up, I'd see his face in the invisible stars.

My face is on billboards, taxies, and my name is illuminated above the bar, but none of it means anything. Nothing does anymore. I just feel…numb…

I go through a back alley into the performer's entrance. Except for the waitresses, I'm the only one who uses the entrance. As I cross the threshold into the cool, dark hallway, I'm instantly greeted by the owner as he begins to ramble about tonight's show.

"I want ya to open with that song, 'Ren," he says.

I pause fro a heartbeat before I continue to the dressing room.

He means my song…the song I wrote after he left me…

"Whatever you want, Timmy," I say, shrugging indifferently. Timmy makes me wonder why the club is called what it is…

I close the door in his face and turn. The outfit for tonight is already chosen and hanging on the full-length mirror. Brimming with red stain and lace, the barely there outfit brings me crashing back to reality. It will be a full house tonight, my least favorite of all nights.

Valentine's Day…

It's been five years to the day since he destroyed my world.

I look in the mirror after putting on my outfit. I see a mere shadow of my former self. I used to have what people call beauty. Now, all I am is skin and bones, I'm hallow, empty with something every man wants, but none of them can have. It's something every man wants, but none of them can have. It's something I can't give away. Even now I can't let it go…can't let him go…

He told me he loved me. That I was his everything. He told me that there was no 'him' without me by his side.

He lied.

It was out second Valentine's Day together. I thought everything was perfect. Being with him was like living in a dream. Then I woke up.

We were standing outside the restaurant. It was raining…

"Hey," Timmy called through the door. "Time for the show."

I back away from the mirror; away from the hollow eyes and sallow face. I'm not even me anymore.

'It's done,' he said.

'What's done, Love?' I ask, too stupid to see the look in his eye; too entranced to think he'd ever go…

I glide onto the stage and the crowd cheers loudly and the catcalls begin immediately, as does my song. I sing the words…my words…as I move toward the piano.

"I could see a thousand pictures

But I'd only know three words.

The most important words I gave you

The ones I never heard…"

'Us,' he said simply before turning away.

'B-b-but…'

"And at the time I could not see

That I'd drifted far from me

Cause I was begging to hear

That you loved me, too.

But you passed away from me

Taking with you all my dreams

And it was the entire end of me…"

He laid a hand over my mouth to stop my stuttering.

'No more. You're only holding me back.' There was a tone in his voice that he had never used before. Not toward me at least. 'We're through. In face, in my opinion there never was any "us".'

"I gave you all my heart

Hoping you'd make me complete.

Then you tore me all apart

After words you spoke so sweet…"

'What are you talking about?' I cried. 'You said you loved me!'

He didn't even blink an eye. 'That's too bad,' he said nonchalantly. He wrapped two fingers around my chin and shook my head back and forth. 'Naïve,' he hissed, smirking at me. 'Anyone would have said anything to get you.'

'Two year…' I murmured, tears coming to my eyes.

He shrugged and pulled his hand away. 'That's how long it took to get everything from you.'

"And at the time I could not see

That I'd drifted far from me

Cause I was begging to hear

That you loved me, too.

But you passed away from me

Taking with you all my dreams

And it was the entire end of me…"

He smirked and walked away. Not another word, another touch…nothing…He didn't even say goodbye. I watched his back retreat and the first tear ran down my face. It wasn't the last…

"When I waded in so deep

You were the only one I'd see

You disappeared, leaving me alone

And I knew you'd left for good…"

It's a bitter knife to my heart, knowing he had used me the way he had. Then I had written this song, set it to music…It was about him…all about him.

As I lay across the piano, it really hit me. I couldn't have felt more alone; more helpless. I could never be whole without him.

It was almost funny. I swore to myself I would never spend another day crying over him. But then, I look into the crowd and I see him. I see his face, and it breaks me. I never found out if he was really there or not.

"And at the time I could not see

That I'd drifted far from me

Cause I was begging to hear

That you loved me, too.

But you passed away from me

Taking with you all my dreams

It was just too late.

I was in too deep.

I was drowning in my screams…

It was the end…oh

The entire end…

It was the entire end…

Of…

Me…"

I run from the stage. It isn't worth it. My life has taken a five year term of deterioration. Now I just want it to end.

So, here I am, standing outside in the freezing rain on the roof of Good Time Charlie's.

"That's it!" I cry, tears flowing freely as I open my arms to the sky. Icy water drips down my arms and face, but I don't care. "I'm done! I quit! I can't take it anymore! End it, please, just end it! I can't take it anymore…"I sink to the rooftop, wrapping my thin arms around my waist, sobbing.

I can see everything so clearly. Everything that I was. Everything that I gave up. I see him. The one who left me for himself.

Here I am at the end of all things. A meaningless life in a world of love and hate. There was never an in-between.

My tears have subsided. My mind is set. I smile without emotion filling me. The numbness is complete and I am finally content.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I say, and even to me the words sound bitter and crude. They don't mean anything. Not to me at least. Not anymore. I think it should be called 'Single Awareness Day.'

Why?

Because at the moment, I'm willing to bet that more people kill themselves on Valentine's Day.

More people are alone than in a relationship on this day.

The day of love…

Cupid was a Roman God, the son of Venus. He ran around striking people with golden arrows and making them fall in love. I was one of them, but he left out one part of the equation: the one I loved didn't love me back.

See, when you love Seto Kaiba, you get nothing back. Not even your heart in the pieces he left it in.

I'm tired of the normal, everyday Valentine's love talk.

There's no such thing as happily ever after. There's no such thing as true love. The only things that really exist are lies and deceit. Love doesn't exist. You only find true happiness when you die.

'Happy Valentine's Day, you son of a bitch. You finally killed me. All I can hope is that eventually, my death will haunt you like you haunted me. Every day of my life…'

Rushing air…the freedom of flight… the pull of gravity, then…nothing…

This is the entire end of me…

Single Awareness Day. Ain't it depressing?