Sayu: oh, thanks! :) and yeah...lol owo but xD I just felt like putting it in so bad, she'll never know, pfft xD, haha, and thanks.

And don't ask about the whole Ted is the abuser/drunkard, I just used the first Vocaloid that came to my mind. :P Well actually second, the first was Dell...but blerk. Ehh...maybe he would fit more...pfft.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot-line.

Blood trickled down the girl's wrist and in to the sink. The blood continued to flow out of the cut on her dainty wrist.

She softly whimpered, as the blood continued, "No one cares, I'm of no use. Ted doesn't love me that way anymore, and I'm just a nuisance to Oliver..." she sobbed loudly and continued crying.

The blonde's fringe fell covering her eyes and she dropped the knife. She turned the sink on with hot water, letting out a yelp of pain as it seeped in to the cut, giving her a shock of pain. Oliver had just arrived home when he heard a whimper of pain he quickly rushed over to the source and his eyes widened. Neru's wrists were even more cut up and the water was running hot.

He grabbed her arms, careful not to touch her wrists, so then he just concluded to take her hand instead, and sighed, "Neru, please don't do this."

She didn't look him in the eyes and pressed her legs together, "Oliver...stop. I'm a problem aren't I?!" She screamed and tried to shake him off, but his grip was firm.

"Neru, your important okay? Please, don't act this way. It hurts to see you act this way.

Neru sobbed, the tears falling again, they felt like acid burning her soft skin. He held her hands together and tilted her head up. Her knees shook, she was afraid. Was he angry that did this, so he was going to take her? She stated into his eyes eyes fearfully. He softly sighed, he wasn't the best when it came to comfort or those sorts of things.

She could see in his blue eye, that wasn't bandaged was filled with sincerity and stress, but most of all, genuine fear. What was there to fear? Losing someone? Why would he be afraid of losing her? The two barely knew one another. Why? She wasn't someone of importance...right? All that everyone has a reason to live, and crap, didn't mean a thing to her, she always thought of it as a lie.

He softly sighed and let go of her hands, carefully, and muttered. "I'm treating your wrists, whether you like it or not." His tone was gentle as he looked her in the eyes.

She squeezed her eyes shut, afraid, and he grabbed a first aid kit from behind the glass mirror and began to disinfect her cuts as she winced, and bit her lip, "O-Oliver...I-it h-hurts."

"That's what you get for cutting your wrists. What were you thinking?" He asked, his teeth gritted as he forced himself to ask the question without speaking in such a loud manner that would give her a fright.

She looked away, her eyes casting a far away look, it seemed like her eyes were clouded with darkness. All Oliver wanted more was to see a bit of a shine in her eyes. Why was that? All he could think of was taking her into a hug.

So that's what he did after he bandaged her wrists. He softly stroked her long ruffled hair that his her glossy eyes. A few tears streamed down her face, and on to his buttoned shirt. She continued crying as she laid her head against his chest.

Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.

His heart beat was like a sweet, sweet melody to the poor girl. This hug was smooth and soft, unlike her boyfriend's-actually, correct that, ex-boyfriend. He had always been harsh. So tight that the hug would squeeze the breath out of her. At first, she had taken it as a sign of his rough and undying affection, but then it became rougher and rougher, giving bruises. Then came the raping. This one time she had even caught him with a man. A man. She was even more hurt considering that it was one of her best friend's brother. She may not have known, but it still hurts. It wasn't that he was a man that hurt her, but it was what they were doing that hurt. Had he no shame? Did he not care for his girlfriend's feelings, so much that he take anyone he pleased? What a beating he had given her after the incident. That wasn't even the only time she saw him with him and other women and men.

She began to sob harder as more bad memories flooded her mind once more. All that was heard was Oliver's voice, humming and giving comforting murmurs every few moments and the girl's loud, childish sobs. That was it, Oliver had to confront Ted, but how could he? The other was older, stronger, and supposedly smarter. What had gone wrong between them? This girl didn't deserve any of this. She was an innocent, fragile being.

This quiet moment, was it comforting? Was it painful? Neru couldn't tell. Wasn't it both? She didn't know. She began sobbing and her feelings came out with many sobs inbetween.

"I...I'm...use...less...w...why?" She muttered crying, her tomboyish voice cracking. A year's worth of pain just continued to be put in to words. "I..if...h..he..doesn't lo...ve...me...w...wh...who...will? Th..ere...'s..no..rea...son...for...me...t...to... li...ve..." Neru continued to cry.

Why was he helping her? Was it because she reminded him of his past lover that has committed suicide, because she was driving herself insane, being with him, instead of the one she truly loved, her brother? Her twin brother? Why was the world cruel? How could it be so cruel to treat the two apart? How would it be so cruel to this girl? Her ash blonde hair, her fair skin, and her short height. It all reminded him of her. He'll admit, he loved the girl's eyes, but he found Neru's more alluring in the way that it was so alike to her hair and the glimmering color that it had.

Why? What was the reason that the world did things like this? What kind of lives did these people lead? Why? That was a question engraved in his mind. What purpose, what reason was there for everything? Was it even true? Though, none of that mattered, this girl was in his arms now, and it seemed like a eternity until she had fallen asleep.

He stepped her hair softly and sighed. She had winced in her sleep and clutched his shirt. "Stay." It had died more like a question than a demand though, coming out of her mouth.

"I'm right here, I'll stay, forever."

"Promise?"

"I promise." He gave a quick peck to her forehead. Once more, tears cascaded down her face, but instead of a scared look out look of horror that normally would have been there, there was a small smile. It was tiny, and not too noticeable, but Oliver treasured it for that moment. He looked to think of her as half awake at this moment as she peacefully difted off to sleep in his arms as he carried her to his bed. Would this even be able to stay like this?

But alas, if only things could stay like this. If only things could last forever. Though, who have known that this forever of theirs would only last for a little while? Who know it would be cut short by a certain circumstance? This was life, not a fairytale. Fairytales have happy endings, life isn't always that way, for then and now. Life doesn't have an actual happy ending, it only depends on how you choose to look at it. It isn't over. It never will be. There is no such thing as forever, in this story. Or is there?

I'm actually disappointed cause I see barely anyone reading this and I think is one of my best works. But oh well, for those of you that took the time to read this, thanks! And I would love a review or just...maybe a few...this is a story that I really like. I also always take the time to reply to my reviewers, so don't be shy! I don't bite! hehe /well I do actually but not because you talk or something haha/ anyways, hope you enjoyed :)