A/N: The last of the oneshots I was working on as I started this account.

There they were.

Their lips tangled together, their bodies one and the same as the moonlight shone upon them.

A beautiful sight of pure love.

They didn't see him.

That was for the best.

He didn't want them to see his pain.

It was easier that way.

Ignorance is bliss.

Damn that was true.

And what crushed him worse, was that it was all his fault.

She loved him, and he knew it.

He loved her too.

But he let her get away.

To walk away into the arms of another.

He stood back and watched as they started dating.

Rationalizing that she should choose who she wanted.

If she was happy, then he should be happy for her.

Right?

Right.

Those were the thoughts he forced through his head every time he made her laugh.

She never laughed for him.

Though that heartbreaking laugh echoed from that room across the hall.

It made him sick.

He ran whenever he heard it.

That's what brought him here.

The sky deck.

Hidden behind the hot top

He wanted loneliness.

No friends, no brother, and especially no girls

Nothing to remind him.

But of course, they had to follow him.

Sure, they didn't know, hell, they didn't even care about him.

What was he to them?

Just a long lost brother, or a pathetic brother of a boyfriend.

No one to spare a thought for.

And so, he hid, crouched lower, wanting to fade into darkness.

He glared up on occasion, hoping, praying for them to just go away so he could sulk in peace.

He knew it couldn't be much longer; they had to have broken curfew (that wasn't like her at all).

Finally, as the moon passed overhead they passed from sight.

He punched the ground, wishing that it was his brother's face he was bruising instead of his own fist.

He wanted nothing more than to take her back, to show her what kind of boyfriend she needed.

Not his brother.

He could see how it changed her.

And he didn't want that.

He wanted his Bailey back, not the creature she was being turned into.

Sadly, his brother had that kind of effect on people.

Though, being the good brother he was, he'd let them be happy.

(Knowing that she wouldn't truly be happy, but it was good enough)

And somewhere, he still cared about his twin, so he wouldn't want him to suffer.

Much.

Letting his anger subside, he leaned against the hot tub, feeling the warm light of the starts bathe him.

His eyelids fell over his tear coated pupils and he legs became too heavy to move.

For a moment, he considered heading back to his room, but this was so much more peaceful.

The sounds of love far away and the sound of the ship's gentle motor a gentle lullaby.

And so he slept, his mind drifting to dreams where he was the one with that beautiful girl.

He'd wake up soon, but for now, he'd be content with the illusions of his dreams.

It was all he had now…