Torn Asunder.

Summary: Broken hearts are tender, and his is so fragile I fear he may destroy himself at any moment. I would do anything to keep him together. I would do anything to make sure he's okay. Sync/Guy. Two shot. Highschool AU.

The storm rolls in early in the afternoon, and I'm stuck inside for the day –so much for my plans with Luke to go downtown. Never would I claim to be a fan of rain, nor any weather aside from bright and sunny. But it doesn't matter, either way. Listening to the pitter patter of the rain outside and my sister's drowned out singing from the other room, I lay down. At least I've been given the opportunity to catch up on my lack of sleep, considering all of the exams I've been taking in the last couple weeks that I've had to cram for.

Sleep comes easily, and I accept it with open arms. In my dream, I'm silver and gold, and so very solidly liquid. Everything is dark, but vibrant, and I'm simultaneously sad and ecstatic. Almost every dream has been like this, and I'm only more assured of the reason why when he shows up –yet again- and this time he cups my face, oh so gently, and we meld together in a mess of metals and flowers.

We are always so close, in my dreams.

I'm startled awake by a loud chime, and a buzzing in my pocket. At first I'm terrified of what it could be, before I realize I'm still fully dressed and my phone is snug in my pocket, chirping and chiming away to the tune of a certain opening of a game I've grown to love dearly. Grumbling and rubbing the dried drool from my chine, I answer my phone, only noticing the caller id as I press 'accept'.

It's him. It's Sync.

"Guy? Is that you?" His voice is nervous, almost apprehensive, and I'm immediately worried. However, the sleepiness in my voice is the most evident thing, as it would be.

"Y-yeah, wha's up?" I'm making a fool of myself, and I can't even help it.

"O-oh, were you asleep? I'm sorry. If you want, I could call back later, or just not call, I guess. Sorry."

"No, don't worry. I was just taking a nap. Don't worry, I needed to get up anyway, I've been asleep for like-" Looking at the clock, I'm disgusted in myself a bit for letting it get so out of hand. "Well, somewhere close to six hours. I guess it's more of just 'sleeping' than napping, huh?" He laughs a little, but it sounds painful and forced, and I can feel it grip at my heart. He sounds so, so very distraught.

"Oh, alright." The relief in his voice nearly shatters my heart. I've always felt such a strong connection to him, considering how he's always in my thoughts and dreams, and I'm sick of how I hope for everything I won't ever get. Outside my room, I can hear Mary exiting her room and walking out the hallway, and I let out a sigh in relief. Usually she would come and pester her 'little brother' about this or that, and it never ends well.

"But, yeah, what's up? You never call me, so I take it something's up?" I prop myself up on my unoccupied arm, looking around my room to find that it's completely pitch black, minus the lines of light peaking through the door.

"Could you come over?"

"Uh, sure, I guess. When do you want to hang out? Tomorrow, or maybe next weekend?" I laugh a little, because this is all so sudden, and I want to see him right now, but I know he means some time later on. At least, I feel that's what he means. To be honest, I don't speak with him enough to know what he means or doesn't mean. To me, he's always just been an unrequited affection.

"Well, I was hoping you could come over right now. I really need someone." My heart stops, for all of a second, and as soon as I process what he says, I'm on my feet, rushing to my desk to rummage around for my car keys –which I had thrown at it in an angry stupor when I realized my plans were ruined, earlier.

"Oh, uh, I do have a car, so I could. But, what do you need me for? Is something wrong?" Even though I'm asking this, it doesn't matter. I've already found my keys, and I'm slipping on –or trying to slip on- my jacket. As it would be, talking on the phone and getting put together never works too well. But, I finish up anyway, and it only takes me a few moments to realize that he's silent, on his end.

"I've always had a problem with thunder." His voice is shaking, and I can practically feel his trembling hands and clenching teeth through the phone. However, I pretend not to. I pretend that I'm okay, and he's okay, even though I know he isn't.

"Why's that?" Some accuse me of caring too much, and to be honest, they're right, but I could never not care about someone, especially someone as dear as Sync.

"It reminds me of him –my brother. It reminds me of the day he – of the day he died." In the distance, I can hear the echoing sound of thunder outside, and over the phone, he whimpers just ever so quietly. I swallow the lump in my throat, and clench the fist that's holding my car keys.

"Oh, god, Sync. I'm so sorry."

"Can you hurry?" So quiet and genuine, I'm at the mercy of his gentle words, and I give in to his commands.

"I'll be over there before you know it." I hang up, but rush through the house so fast my sister and mother have no idea I've left, only that they heard my door open and close for the briefest of seconds. I've somewhere to be.

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THIS STARTED OUT AS A DRABBLE AND THEN GOT REALLY OUT OF HAND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED I'M NOT SORRY.

Also, sorry about shoddy quality. I haven't written anything decent in MONTHS /cries.