Dearest Amane,

It's funny, when you think about it. I never expected something like it to even happen in my life. Maybe if it was our grandmother, or maybe our grandfather, it would've been somewhat expected and not come as much as a shock to me. But…Mother, and you, too? I couldn't believe it.

Amane…oh, dear, dear Amane. Why did you do it? You had a whole life ahead of you. Why did you take your own life? Why did you have to do it?

And Mom…She died in that automobile accident, and it was ironically on your death anniversary, too…The bitter, unkind, irony—it's horrible.

Father and I were standing in front of your graves yesterday, since it was the first anniversary of Mother's death, and the second anniversary of yours. I wasn't crying. All the tears were already shed on the day of both your actual deaths, and they seem to have dried out by now.

Truth be told, I've decided to not cry about it anymore. Crying…it won't bring you two back—I know it won't. But that doesn't mean I'll forget about it all. The pain…it's like a scar. It will fade away over time, but it will always be there. It won't disappear completely.

I'll be starting fresh next year. I'm a bit anxious about it—both in an excited way and in a nervous way. I'm turning eighteen, moving out, going to college…Can you believe it, Amane? Your big brother is going to college already. I only wish we were going together, like we planned…

It's funny how plans like that change. Going onto college, alone…it feels a bit weird. Empty, I suppose. I think it's because I know we were supposed to go together…

But…I don't blame you at all. It was your choice to take your own life…I respect that. Does that sound strange? Respecting the fact that you decided to commit suicide? I don't blame you, or anyone. I blame myself a little, because I never even saw it coming…You never even hinted at it. You seemed to act funny sometimes, but…I just figured you were just being Amane. Amane, my sister. My younger, twin sister…

I'm babbling again. But you know your brother, how he tends to babble. I'm sure you haven't forgotten.

I don't know if you're able to read this, or not. But I just want you to know that I love you, and tell Mom I love her too, if you're with her right now. Wish me luck in college.

Love,

Ryo

P.S. I just found out that I won't be moving out alone after all. Remember 'Kura? It turns out that his apartment is only a mile or two away from the school…Dad had me talk to him on the phone, just now. He didn't seem too happy about me moving in, but when I told him I'd pay him rent (sort of as a thank-you), he seemed a bit happier. I guess some people never change…But considering it's Bakura, I suppose it's no surprise.