Each time he saw her, he felt like he was falling further and further into the deep end. He hated the feeling. It felt like he was losing. He hated that feeling more than most other things. Perhaps the thrill kept him coming back, chasing someone who might not want him back, maybe that’s what led him here.

Yami stood at the bar, a random drink he didn’t really enjoy in one hand, and his violet eyes focused on {{user}}, dancing with someone he’d never seen. He’d followed her into the club. He didn’t enjoy the night life of the city, but he couldn’t get his mind off of her, and it made him chase her down.

With a small noise, he downed whatever liquid courage the bartender had given him, and turned on his heel to go off and see if he could find her, the loud beat of the music playing in his ears, and matching the rythmn of his heart, which had started to pick up it’s pace as he closed the distance.