Pyras shook her short red hair restlessly, letting it fall into her eyes. The others were asleep, but she could not, the torment within her soul was too great. It seemed that everyone else was making friends, or lovers, while she alone faced rejection and solitude. The stars above were obscured by dark clouds, mirroring the darkness of her heart. How alone she was, the only human among this strange group that she had happened upon that day, not so long ago.
Walking down the street back towards the inn where everyone stayed, she sighed. It was so tiring to pretend to be happy and friendly all the time, in a worthless attempt to make friends. No one cared, no one showed any interest. No one really understood her. She played with her lip piercing idly, lost in thoughts of despair. Finally she arrived at the inn. Without paying any real attention, she walked down the hallway, and entered her room. As she opened the door however, she snapped back to reality, and stopped. This was not her room.
It was Flan's.
Flan was frozen, staring at Pyras. He was shirtless, and she quickly looked away, but not before noticing that his arms and body were covered in cris-crossing scars.
"Wh… what happened to you?" she managed to say. Flan did not answer, and when she glanced over he was looking away. He seemed almost embarrassed. "Who did this to you?"
"No one, go away!" Flan said quietly. Pyras, concerned, stepped towards him.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm fine, leave me alone!! Just like everyone else is content to!!" he yelled suddenly, causing Pyras to flinch away. Her heart clenched with these words, she related to them all too well.
Flan turned away from Pyras, his face burning with shame. She seemed upset by his words, and why wouldn't she be, the way he'd yelled at her. Digging through his possessions, he pulled out a t-shirt to sleep in. Felix had brought him various things such as this from the future, clothing and CDs, which Flan secretly hoarded. That was when he and Felix were "friends". But now Felix paid no attention to him, busy with other things…
It's my own fault, Flan thought, I pushed him away. I push everyone away. He was simply too afraid to share his feelings. Constantly he lashed out with anger, hurting those around him, only making himself more and more hated. And now he had hurt Pyras. She was so beautiful, with her flaming red hair, and multiple piercings. He had been watching her longingly ever since she first arrived on the ship he had been on. He was too afraid to say anything to her, of course. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, a tight My Chemical Romance shirt. Turning back around, he saw Pyras still standing there.
"Why are you still here?" he said coldly. Colder than he had meant to. Pyras looked uncomfortable, looking down slightly.
"I… I want to make sure that you're alright." she stammered finally. "It sounds like you're… lonely." Flan averted his eyes. "I'm… I understand how you feel," she continued, "I'm lonely too. It seems like everyone has someone but me… Like no matter what I do, it only pushes people away."
Flan was shocked. Bright, happy Pyras, understand his tormented soul? He longed to tell her everything, to reach out to her and share his deepest feelings. But somehow, he couldn't.
"I did it to myself. The scars. There, are you happy? Now get the fuck out of my room, you're not welcome here." The words came from his mouth before he could stop them. Pyras, looking heartbroken, turned to leave the room, and he slammed the door shut behind her. Hot angry tears built up behind his eyes, but he shoved them back down, sitting on his bed and pulling out a small knife from under the pillow.
