Author's Note: Here it is, my first one-shot! ^.^ I know the idea is somewhat (okay, extremely) corny, but I like it anyways. That's the girl in me, I guess! Please read and review this, as well as my story-in-progress, ParaSaint. Thanks, and enjoy! –Anya

Sienna leaned against the wall at the alley's mouth, watching the busy street in front of her through a haze of fog. It was early morning, perhaps five or six o'clock, and still relatively calm; frustratingly so, in fact, when Sierra's emotions were churning so violently beneath her bulletproof exterior. She scolded herself mentally, and folded her arms across her chest, attempting to block out both the cold and the pain. You've been up all night. You aren't thinking rationally. Even her internal voice sounded shaky, and she was too afraid to speak aloud, lest the tears pooling in her eyes finally spill.

A long arm slid around her narrow waist, and she gasped, startled, as Aaron rested his face against the back of her head. She had known he was in the alley behind her, of course, but had not heard him approach. When the silence between them was eventually broken, it was he who spoke.

"I'm sorry." Sienna said nothing, and he added, "I can't imagine what you must think of me." His tone was helpless, the apology sincere, and she knew he wanted nothing more than for this to be forgotten, but she could not do it. A tear finally slid down her cheek as their conversation from the previous night replayed itself in her mind on an endless loop.

"I'm just scared." She said softly.

"Why scared?"

"I suppose it's for you. I had no idea… with what happened, what has always been happening, it's no wonder you don't want to live."

She felt Aaron tense up, and spun to face him, worried that she had hurt him with her honesty. His face was unreadable, and she had the sudden, horrifying thought that she had ruined everything. It was in almost a whisper that she voiced her question.

"Do – do you still love me?" His reply was immediate.

"Sienna, I would die for you."

"I know," she stated, a sad smile tugging at her lips, "and that's exactly the trouble. You would die for anything. You're just looking for an excuse."

His expression was inscrutable for a minute, but there was a new spark in his eyes when they met hers through his curtain of dark bangs.

"Then I will live for you."