Author's Note: Sorry, I can't update The Arena because I don't feel confident continuing. So I deleted it. Sorry again if you actually liked the story. Heh… Well, anyway, enjoy this sequel, again…I don't think it's going to be that good.

P.S. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't make Allen and Debitto break up? Yes, I know, there aren't many pairings with the two. But I'm stumped. You lot are going on about how they shouldn't break up, but when I did make them a couple, you guys went on about how it should be Lavi instead of Debitto. Okay, it doesn't matter really.

P.S.S. This story seems more dramatic than comedy, so it's going to be romance plus drama. I know it will suck, but please bear with it. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, I'm just a bored teenaged girl who has nothing better to do in life. I suck that much.

P.S.S.S. I hate getting burned so no flame. Please. And that I have no idea who Allen will be so please be patient. Especially you annoying folks. Haha, kidding. But seriously, I have no idea.

Oh, and one more thing, I'm really glad that people like you actually enjoy Lover's Novel. Some say that they think romance is all lovey dovey junk with tons of hugs and kisses. I'm not an expert on love or romance, but somehow I think I was able to bring a mixture of everything into that romance. Oh, and I'm not sure if this is the best female Allen fiction story so…HAHAHA. Yeah…(;

Thanks again,

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It makes me wonder, wonder so much. Is God that cruel? No, He isn't. It's just the way us human beings are. We commit several sins that cause the people around us to be filled with sorrow or pain. But this…this wasn't a sin that God would consider, but a sin to my heart. Something I'm not even sure that He or time would be able to fix.

"T-tomboy…we have to break up…"

I never thought I would see the day. I was so carefree because I was living in the newly founded happiness. I was with the one who I loved so much. I was never so satisfied in my entire life, now that I have him by my side. But why now? Why couldn't it last longer? It seemed so short. So very short.

"W-wha…" I couldn't say it. I was too choked up. I stared at him with widen eyes filled with shock. I knew this was no joke. The tone of his voice, the way he's acting…this is definitely no joke at all.

Debitto's eyes concentrated into mine; his desperation and uncomfortableness clung into his expression deeply. His voice was serious and strong, yet wavering and crying at the same time. I knew he would never act this way, even if he felt sadden or such. But somehow, I could tell just by the look of my beloved that varieties of emotions were swelling up in his chest. I'm not sure if it could be compared to my chest.

"I'm being sent to a boarding school," he quickly said, tearing away his gaze.

Why is he acting this way? He never acted this strange before. Why is there so much sadness coming from him? Why is that?

"B-but why?" I forced myself to say. It hurt my throat just to say one word, and the question came out all odd pitched.

"S-studies. Rhode and Jasdero are going too."

Rhode…Rhode is going to go too? Then…then what am I supposed to do? What is going on?

"Don't bother trying to change anything, tomboy. I tried."

"Then w-what am I going to do? I belong with you," I stammered.

I was at the verge of crying. That impact made me shock for long enough. I needed to pour out my emotions. I needed to feel tears rush from my blurry eyes. I need to be comforted. But who can comfort me? Debitto…he doesn't care anymore! He doesn't!

"No you don't!" he snapped angrily.

I flinched at the furious words that rolled out of his tongue. His head was lowered. I couldn't see his face anymore. But I wanted too.

"B-but I…"

"You think that we could be in a relationship forever? Are you that dumb and desperate? It's not like were married!"

My head began to feel light-headed. I couldn't feel my fingers, toes, or any warmth in my body. Every part of me has turned cold. It was as if I was numbing, and it was horrible. My head was starting to work again. I regained my conscience. My head was working, but my body was still in utter shock. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong and that it shouldn't be this way, but my body system was malfunctioning. I still loved him, but I don't know he still loves me. Why is he so angry? Did he actually stop loving for me? Was I a waste of time to be with? Am I a terrible person to love? Or maybe because of my birth defect…has he found out about my arm? Is that the reason why?

"Don't you get it? When I say that I want to break up, it means that I don't want any part of you anymore. I don't love you at all, stupid tomboy!" he continued to yell.

If you hate me so much, then why bother talking to me? Why bother staying here anyway? If you despise me so much, then get out of here. Don't bother explaining everything to me. I know that this may be my first ever relationship, but I know all the drama and such. Why won't you disappear as my heart is…just go away and never come back.

Why can't I force my mouth to voice my thoughts? How weak am I? How can words cause me to be numb? Cause me pain? I don't understand. I know that relationships are always wonderful but end with a horrid ending, but—but is it always this difficult? Seeing Debitto this way, yelling at me this way, and giving out a dreadful expression somehow penetrates my heart.

I felt my breath blowing warmly against my frozen lips, defrosting it. I blinked, feeling my eyelashes coated with water. I touched my cheek gently; it was damp.

"Debitto?" I whispered.

I saw his retreating figure, running far.

I collapsed onto the ground on my knees and stared into the distance. Then remembered the last words he shouted to me before dashing off quickly, during the time while I was thinking too much.

The words were, "I should have never be with you. You're better off with someone else."

The one sentence that caused me to cry was, "Good bye, good riddance, Allen…"

I always knew that the world was filled with such horrible and terrifying things because us humans happen to create them. We brought up murder, diseases, fright, greed, jealousy, everything that goes against what God has provided us worthless fools with. I was a servant, a devout Christian. I knew that people are difficult to convert, but I was stubborn. Even though I never did get one to be converted, I just thought that people were just too pathetic to even just listen. The most pathetic ones I thought were those like Ashley. Always goofing off like a slut, gossiping, causing feelings to become hurt. I never did like her, yet I pray for her almost every night because I hoped that she would change her ways. I rarely got to see her nowadays.

Life is just too difficult, yet I don't plan to end it. There are things planned for me in the future and I will wait to see them being revealed. Those who commit suicide are those who have experienced great depression, hardships, and some things far too much greater that I have never experienced myself. They just want to end it, right? I used to believe that they were just too weak to go on. They were just as pathetic as Ashley. But the pathetic one was me.

I'm so pathetic. I let my happiness get the best of me. I should have paid more attention to Debitto while we were still in a relationship. He was sick and tired of me and loathed everything that I happen to drag him down with. My actions, I never thought that they were that much of an annoyance. I thought he didn't care and loved me the way I was. I was wrong. I was very wrong. I'm pathetic.

I cried that very spot. The spot was very cold and empty. The perfect place to be at when you're at heartache.

But how could it not rain when I feel droplets upon my face?

~1 year later~

"Tyki," I called after opening the door with the key that was hidden in the plant pot near by.

"Here," I heard him call.

I saw Tyki sitting on the floor with his laptop on his lap, his legs crossed. His eyes were fully concentrated on the screen. He wore his casual clothes and his glasses, plus he was smoking.

I scrunched my face. "I thought you said that you quit smoking," I complained.

"I was distracted."

"By what?"

"The elegance of the cigar wrapped in lovely white paper."

"Liar," I accused.

Tyki only smiled and gestured me to come forward. He pressed the cigarette butt against the ashtray. I bent down to his level and looked over to the screen. There were a scroll full of random letters and digits placed together. Tyki never told me what his job was or wanted to tell, but all I did know was that he worked for some company. "Big time pay," he said to me. Because of this, he moved out and to an apartment.

"So what did you eat for lunch?" I asked.

"I skipped," he replied.

I sighed. "You're getting thinner everyday. You should eat from time to time."

"I will when I get the chance."

I stood up and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, can you make me something?"

"Sure."

I walked into the kitchen. I noticed the dishes stacked in the sink. I assumed he actually did have breakfast. I cleared them away and brought out clean plates. I brought out the package of noodles and dumped them into the boiling water that I prepared. I even got the tomato sauce ready and waited as the noodles finished boiling. Once they were done, I made the spaghetti and made two dishes.

"Here you go." I handed him the plate.

"Thanks. Man, I'm starved."

I watched him scarf down his food. I pressed my lips together, hiding away a smile.

"Hey, next time you should make homemade pizza too," Tyki said after swallowing.

"Then it'll be all Italian," I laughed.

"So? I like Italian food."

"Next time then," I promised.

I picked up the fork that was stuck out of the pile of noodles and began twirling it around.

"How's school?" Tyki asked.

"The usual. Nothing interesting ever happens in Noah Academy."

"I taught there and it was all goody goody." Tyki shuddered.

"I happen to like goody people," I returned.

"Yeah, I know you do."

I watched Tyki as he ate and did his work at the same time.

When was the last time I hung out with those around my age? Everything is torn apart. Daisya moved away with his anonymous family, Lenalee left to China, and Kanda seemingly disappeared the same day Daisya was gone. It hurts that my friends have left me behind, but what does it matter that Kanda was gone as well? My headache is now forty-five percent better thanks to his disappearance, yet I…I'm still lonely without his presence.

Cross had left somewhere, somewhere that I will not know again. His debts seem to be endless, piling and piling higher and higher. That was fifty-five percent. It feels as thought Cross just threw me away a long time ago, that he doesn't care what I do. Whether if I jump off a cliff or cause murder in the streets.

I would have drowned myself a year ago, but for some reason, I heard a voice telling me that someone will be in need of me. Someone who? Who would want a girl so bizarre as me? That would be impossible. No one will have need of me. Absolutely no one.

"Al, cheer up. Stop sulking and keep moving forward. You're the best at doing that."

"Allen, I know you can do it. Don't keep that pain in your heart anymore."

"Ally!" I heard nothing from my friend, Rhode.

"Allen." Tyki's voice woke me up with a start.

I blinked and looked at him. "What is it?"

"I've been meaning to ask you this. I'm being transferred to New York and I'm wondering if you would come with me."

I blinked again. "Me? Go to New York with you?" I repeated.

"What? To hard to believe?" he said with a joking tone. A laughing smirk was placed onto his lips.

I ignored the comment. "But why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, ever since that happened, you've been seeing me lately. You needed someone to comfort you so you chose me, because I resemble him the most," he said straightforwardly.

My eyes widened. Tyki actually thinks that I've been visiting him all because he's the closest to what Debit—he was? That I'm using him? I don't understand. I remembered couple days after they left, and that Rhode never even talked to me or say goodbye—she left without a word, Daisya complained that I was acting emo, Lenalee was being a worrying mother, and Kanda remarked that I was stupid—sulking all for a boy. Those words never reached to me. It completely bounced off.

I suppose Kanda was right at the time. I shouldn't think only about how I felt, but about how the people around me. Lenalee and Daisya were both concerned for me. Even though I acted horrible to them, snapping and crying, they still remained by my side. Then I've been seeing Tyki because…because I felt as though he could cure everything. He actually did refill my heart, but only halfway. But I never realized that Tyki thought the only reason I came to see him was because of that…

"You never thought about it, did you?" he said.

"No," I answered, looking down.

"Well, it doesn't really matter for me. I thought you were going to miss me if I was gone so I asked you if you want to come with me." Tyki stood up and stretched, then picked up the plate that was only covered in tomato sauce and few noodle pieces.

If Tyki were to be gone then, I would be alone, wouldn't I? I could try to talk to Lulubell or Skin but…they wouldn't be the same as Tyki. Then what would I do if he's gone?

I immediately stood up. "I'll go," I said.

"What about your guardian?"

"It doesn't matter," I muttered. I took the plate from his hand and stacked it on top of mine. "He wouldn't really care what I do."

"Really."

Tyki already knew about Cross. I have told him. I have been telling him everything now as he has been telling little things about him. For me, there was no gap to where I need to fill, but as for Tyki…I'm not sure. I don't know why I could so easily trust him. Maybe it was because he actually does resemble him. But it has been a year now, couldn't I just forget the whole thing?

Tyki's hand landed on top of my cap. I looked up. "All right then, pack up and meet me here on 6:00."

"We're leaving today?"

"Yes, we are."

Tyki told me to leave the plates in the sink. I did so and left after saying goodbye. When I got back, Timcampy greeted me the usual. He flew to my shoulder and nibbled on my ear lobe. I prepared his dinner and went to my room to pack up. I just practically threw everything into my duffel bag. I don't know why, but I think I'm excited to leave. To leave this old house. To leave my school. To leave the place where I spent my times with the people who used to be with. The place where I was surrounded with all those wonderful times. And to leave…with someone who I can trust now.

I wrote a note, saying that I have left to New York with a friend just in case Cross comes back. Afterwards, I picked up my backpack and duffel bag and dragged my feet out. Timcampy was stuffed into the bag. I know that Tim is an extraordinary bird. He can survive almost anything. Just amazes me that he hasn't died yet. I dragged all the way to Tyki's apartment, seeing him there standing by his car.

"You shouldn't carry all of your things," he informed me.

Now you tell me. "Just don't want to be late for the plane."

"Right/ Come on."

He threw my things into the trunk as I got inside. As we drove to the airport, I began to wonder. Am I making this decision too fast? Shouldn't I think this through? Maybe I should have waited for a day and tell my school that I'm going to New York. Well, I guess it's too late now. Even if it meant that my friends would be coming back the next day, it would be too late.

I'm going to be sixteen soon, which means I'm going to have to get used to several responsibilities and make tough decisions. There will be harder times than what I have experienced in the past, and will face trouble too. I want to at least try. I want to prove Kanda that I'm not sulking just because for a boy. Even with his odd disappearance, I still don't like him.

"Hey, Allen."

I looked away from the window that showed the dark sky and to Tyki. His eyes were staring at the road. "Hmm?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"If it's humiliating, then no."

He chuckled. "No, nothing of the sort."

"Then what is it?"

"Promise me," the Portuguese man began, "that you would start over. That you would change and try again."

I remained silent.

"I know that you've been grieving over and over because of Debitto, but I understand. You're still naïve to all this, but I know what's it like to loose someone who you have loved with all your being. But you act as though you have no life whatsoever these days, it's killing me. But that's all in the past."

Tyki paused for a brief minute, then began, "It's all in the past, so look towards to the future, okay? Be that same tomboyish brat who used to help Daisya prank me and Lulubell from the last two April fools ago."

He turned his head a bit so I could see his smile facing at me. I sighed.

"Can't believe that you called me a brat," I grumbled.

"That's because you were one."

I turned my head back to the window. "Don't worry, I'll think about the future from now on."

"I'm looking foreword to the new Ally," Tyki said with a cheerful tone.

The dark objects outside that imaged in the window quickly passed away as the car drove by on the highway. It was as if those figures were the bad past that were replaying inside my mind. As we continue to drive—continuing to the future, we will stop at the airport, which will be gleaming with bright lights so the cars would know that they are there. I will continue on and meet my bright light, that way I too will know that I am there.

Lenalee, Daisya, Kanda, and Tyki were all right. I can change my ways. I can do this. Now that I'm heading for New York, I want to believe. I have to. It just hurts too much that I happen to accidentally think about the past. It hurts to think the good and the bad. It even hurts to pray anymore. But now I will be strong, I will believe, I will trust, I will see the better of myself. Cause I know that I can do it.

I made a quick glimpse of Tyki. If it weren't for him, I would have fallen already. If it weren't for his friendship, kindness, and care, who would have given me strength? Maybe someone else, but Tyki was the one who gave me everything. Debitto, I still love him. I don't care what he says or thinks, I still do. I don't want to, but how can I change my heart? He was the first person to truly make me feel happy ever since Mana. Mana, my foster father who took me in when I was left alone in the world. As I still care for Debitto, I will see him as a support.

I yearn for the better future.

Sorry God for not trying to keep moving on.

Thank you Tyki for showing me the way.

"Hey Allen, we're here."

I lifted up my head. It could have been my imagination, but I think I saw my light already. My light as another person.

Author's Note: Remember, Allen Walker is a Christian so you will be hearing about God, Jesus Christ, and all those Christian stuff. If you find this annoying, feel free to either ignore it or don't read it at all. By the way, have you ever noticed that Allen never swears? I have. HAHAHA.