[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Yami Crimson - Boat to Patch - Monday Evening[/color][/h2][/center]

Yami looked away as Heather left him just as soon as she came. Yami sighed, half of the sigh being of relief while the other half was of disappointment. Yami promised himself he would come out of his shell this year and it wasn't off to a good start. Nothing had changed from last year, Yami only got a few words off to his teammates before he completely collapsed under the pressure and folded. Again Yami sighed, this time it was louder and more drawn out. [color=9e0b0f][i]I've known my teammates for a year now, and I still can't hold a decent conversation with them. I really am a lost cause.[/i][/color] Yami thought, a sarcastic smile formed on his face as he insulted himself. Yami lifted his hood up to cover his hair and head, a habit he formed when he was stressed out or in trouble.

About 20 minutes passed as Yami stayed sat in the same position, lost in thought about his teammates and himself. Yami rubbed both his eyes, still tired from getting no sleep the night before. Yami stood up from his seat and stretched out his limbs a little bit, before reaching into his backpack and pulling out his notebook that had years and years of Yami's life in there. Drawings of all shapes and sizes to short stories that Yami wrote when he was bored. Yami pulled out a pen also as he walked around the boat for a bit.

Yami came across the stairs that led up to the deck of the ship. Deciding that fresh air could be refreshing right about now, Yami opted to climb up to the upper deck. Looking out to the ocean, Yami took a deep breathe before he leaned his back against the guard rail of the boat. Yami opened to a fresh page of his notebook and wrote what came to his mind.

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It's such a peaceful place.
My own little world.

It's such a boring place.
Only me in my own little world.

It's such a dark place.
No one but me in my own little world.

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Yami smiled as he wrote down the poem, he had picked up writing poems just after last years school year was over. It was a great outlet to get what was bothering you off your chest. Yami looked at the poem again, this time a frown formed on his face. The depression was basically seething off the paper, Yami usually did this. Cheer himself up for a couple seconds before he rereads his work and realizes it's the most depressing thing he ever read. Yami again rubbed his eyes, this time sleep crept ever so close to catching up to him. Yami's eyes closed slowly but surely as sleep engulfed him entirely, sitting upright, leaning on a guard rail. Yami's head fell forward as he fell quietly asleep, his notebook falling onto his lap as he gave out silent snores.