There are benefits and disadvantages to sharing a room. The pros of sharing a room with Skye is there's never-ending monster protection — her fierce stance and objective reasoning make sure that there's no bogeymen in the closet. Also, Skye sometimes picks Jane's room up out of compulsion, so Jane has an easier time of cleaning her own room, and finding her assorted objects. And, If Jane feels like reaching out, Skye is always willing to start a lighthearted conversation sprinkled with kinds words and sincere compliments hidden under layers of deep and snarky sarcasm.

However, Jane hated sharing a room with Skye in her dark moments, such as right now.

Her alarm clock displayed 3AM, the witching hour in which only those who are plagued with passion are awake. Jane is one of those sick victims, and she's sitting on her bed under the comforters scribbling furiously as a form of medicine. She was writing the same phrase over and over in endless circles because the physical task of writing was currently drowning out her emotions. Continuing with this menial task prevented her from falling into the abyss of tears, and her continual cadence and rhythm of scratching down certain letters such as a looping cursive "Y" or something similar actually lulled Skye to sleep. When Jane was younger and not as resourceful, she'd cry a lot in the night, and Skye trained herself to be a light sleeper to try and comfort her sister in distress. Skye lulls into a deeper realm of unconsciousness when Jane writes, though, because Skye knows that's Jane's escape.

At seventeen, Jane has been feeling on edge lately. She feels anxiously apprehensive about the fact that she's going to stumble upon a really big and scary realization about herself. This realization must have something to do with her infamous quotes, too.

"'Oh, Jane, always the dramatic one.'"

'Please keep your emotions to only a small tidal wave today.'

'Can you stop thinking with only your heart for like five minutes?'

'You need to desperately tone down your affections.'

'You're coming on too strong for only a friendship.'

'I don't want to date you.'

I don't want to talk about feelings.'

'Stop being so dramatic! You're delusional!'

Alas, she's not Delusional nor crazy. She's oblivious from being mercilessly trained in the art of optimism from her family, but now she's realizing darkness exists too, and in overwhelmingly large quantities.

Skye has a theory that Jane has a disease called romantic myopia. Jane intentionally contracted that disease as a cover from the monsters in her mind.

A/N: Alright my second published story woo! So this may be a pretty unpopular theory about Jane, but I've always seen myself in her, which is why I'm passing along lot of my own struggles through her. Also, sorry for the cliche ending at the end of the next chapter, but I thought it brought closure, so what can ya do...

Anyway, please read and review! I love tips and discussions!