A tiny prideshipping drabble. A pathetic attempt on my part but hey, I tried. That's what matters, right? Try to guess whose POV this is in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

I don't understand it. I try but I can't figure it out.

Although, I never really expected to. But that doesn't make it any less frustrating, infuriating even, when I hear you talking, whispering, sharing things I'll never know - when I clench my hands and grit my teeth and scream inside because I don't have a place to vent my anger. It's useless. I feel suffocated. I hate it.

Especially because I can't be mad at either of you. What do I say, "I'm sad because you're in love?" Not only is that incredibly embarrassing, I know it would sound extremely bitter.

You'll tell me I'm one of your best friends. You'll say that I'm so important, so significant, and that we have a connection that you don't have with anyone else. We could talk for hours about anything - about nothing - and it's just so comfortable and so easy and I tell myself, I try to convince myself, that it actually matters.

But you'd give me up for him, I know it. When he's around you act as if I'm not and both of you unintentionally close yourselves off in an intangible little bubble that I could never hope to penetrate.

So I stopped trying.