So by the way, they are human stuck. I forgot to point that out before. (I'm sorry!)

I went to my room, and frantically searched for a sharp object of any kind. I found a pair of scissors, and opened them as wide as I could. As I held it just millimeters away from my wrist, I thought back to the last time Sollux found me doing this. How happy he had made me; how he had told me I was the only one for him, and I believed him. The scars from last time had long since faded to a thin white line. But I didn't really care if I had to open them up again. I had reopened scars many times in my life. I was used to it. Staring at all the scars on my wrist made me even more depressed, and I stabbed the scissors in to my wrist. The pain that I felt was nothing compared to the emptiness it brought me, and right then, I needed emptiness.

I watched as the blood trickled out of my wound. It wasn't deep enough for me to lose a very big amount of blood, but it was deep enough to probably leave an ugly scar. It felt so good, that once the first gash stopped bleeding, I opened up another one. I continued slitting gash's into my wrist for about an hour. I stopped when I started to feel dizzy. Even if I wanted to pass out, I didn't want to burden Sol. I still loved him even if he hated me.

I stayed in my room until I got hungry. It was almost six, so I decided I should make dinner. I noticed that the dishwasher wasn't on so I assumed Sollux hadn't made anything for himself yet. I didn't mind making him dinner, I had many times before. But when I knocked on his door to tell him it was ready, he ignored me.

"Obvviously, he's still angry at me." I muttered to myself. "Wwell either that or he's sleeping."

I ate my dinner alone, and I kind of wondered if he'd kick me out. I doubted he'd want me to stay here once we broke up, and honestly, I didn't think I'd want to stay there either. It would just be awkward.

After I ate, I decided I might as well not wait around for him to leave me. If he was going to break up with me anyway, I might as well start packing. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I couldn't believe I had caused this. I wished I could go back in time, and have waited until he made a move on me. I wished everything could be taken back. But it couldn't.

I didn't have any boxes or anything, so I'd have to come back for my possessions. I grabbed my wallet, and my phone, and then quickly scribbled down a note saying I was sorry, and I'd get my stuff as soon as I could. All the while, I was silently crying my eyes out.

I had enough money for a night at a hotel. If I hadn't just paid my rent then I would have had a lot more money. It was about nine at night when I walked in to a hotel about a block from my house.

"Can I have a room for a night?" I asked my voice raspy from crying.

"Are you okay?" The worker asked. "You look like you've been crying." She looked about my age, and she seemed genuinely worried about me, but I wasn't about to tell her my life story.

"I'm fine; I'm just going through some stuff." I muttered.

"Did your girlfriend break up with you? My boyfriend broke up with me last week; I was pretty upset about that." She said.

"No."

"Well, um I'm not really good at this, but would you like to go out with me tomorrow?" she asked as a light blush spread across her face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gay, and I just broke up wwith the person I lovved more then anything else in this world. So evven if I wwasn't, I still wwouldn't go out wwith you. Noww, can I havve a room? I'vve had a rough day, and I need some rest." I asked trying to smile a bit.

"Um, sure." She muttered getting even redder. She tossed me a key, and I walked straight up to the room.

It was bigger then I needed. There were two double beds showing that it was a room for two or more people. A twinge of sadness rushed over me for a second. I thought about how much fun Sol and I would have had staying in a hotel together on a vacation or something. I shook my head to try and get rid of that image. I had to forget about Sollux. Even if I was in love with him I had to remember that he didn't love me anymore. To him, I was nothing but an ex.

All of a sudden, my phone rang surprising me greatly.

"ERIIDAN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! II CAME OUT OF MY ROOM AND YOU WERE GONE! ALL THERE WA2, WA2 A FUCKIING NOTE THAT 2AIID YOU WERE LEAVIING ME! IIF YOUR LEAVIING ME, AT LEA2T GIIVE ME A REA2ON WHY!" Sollux yelled as soon as I picked up my phone.

"I knoww you wwere going to break up wwith me. I made you really angry by coming on to you. I figured that if you wwere going to break up wwith me anyway, I might as wwell save you the trouble." I explained trying to hold back another round of tears.

"YEAH, EVER FUCKIING NOTIICE THAT WHEN YOU THIINK II'M LEAVIING YOU, II'M NOT?!" He yelled "Where are you? We need to talk."

I told him the hotel I was in, and said I'd meet him in the lobby in ten minutes. I wasn't really in the mood to start crying again, and I defiantly didn't want to create anymore scars. I sighed and then went down to the lobby to wait for him.

"I know it's not my place to ask, but you look pretty tense is everything okay?" The front desk girl asked.

"Yeah, I'm just wwaiting for some one." I mumbled.

She smiled happily "You guys made up didn't you? I mean you and your boyfriend."

"I honestly don't knoww, he wwas yelling at me on the phone, so it's possible. But either wway, I'll be staying the night so you'll still get paid for the room." I said.

"Oh, I don't care about that; it's my dad's hotel so I don't need to worry." She said still sounding pretty happy. "If you didn't stay the night, my dad wouldn't notice."

"Ahh." I said trying to sound interested, but it was really hard especially when you're waiting for someone.

"Eriidan!" Sollux cried rushing into the hotel doors.

"Sol, you actually came!" I smiled.

Sollux ran up to me, and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "Plea2e don't leave me agaiin over 2omethiing like that. Ju2t becau2e Ii'm mad, doe2n't mean Ii want to break up."

"I realize that noww." I looked up at him, and could tell that he had been crying too. "Can wwe go talk in a little more privvacy?"

Sollux looked over at the girl and nodded. "Yeah, that'2 probably a good iidea."

We walked together to the elevator, and waited for it in silence. He grabbed my hand, and I silently prayed he wouldn't notice the new marks on my wrist.

Sollux raised one eyebrow "What are the2e?" He asked referring to my scars. "Ii thought we decided that you weren't going to do that anymore."

I blushed a bit. "I'm sorry."

"Eriidan, look, even iif Ii wa2 to leave you for 2ome 2tupiid rea2on, Ii 2tiill don't want you to hurt your2elf. Can you promii2e me that?"

I nodded.

"Good, 2o Ii a22ume we're back together now?"

I nodded again "Unless you don't wwant to be."

"Ii love you too much to 2tay apart from you."

"I lovve you too."

Then we went back to my room. I'd tell you what we did, but I assume you can guess. Anyway, I don't remember in vivid enough detail, and I don't want to have a chunk of my story in the worst description ever. So I'll just continue with the rest of the story.

Sollux and I stayed together for a long time. We had another happy patch that lasted a few years. Everything was fine between us except for a few minor fights. By now, we had been together about four years. Most couples would have been married by now, and that's what I wanted too, but every time I brought up marriage Sollux got squeamish.

It made total sense to me. Sollux and I were both guys, and his parents might not be to happy about the fact that I wanted to marry him. I didn't have anything to worry about since my parents died when I was eight-teen, but maybe other parents wouldn't like that. Or maybe Sol just didn't believe in marriage. Maybe he thought that it didn't matter if we were married or not since we knew we were only each others. But that didn't stop the fact that I really wanted to get married to him.

I didn't bother asking him about it, because usually he'd change the subject. I also didn't want to ask his parents for fear that he'd get disowned or something. I didn't know of any friends he had before, or if he even had any. So I didn't really know what to do. Dropping it was out of the question, even if he didn't believe in marriage that still wouldn't change the fact that I did. It wouldn't be fair if I gave up my beliefs for his, especially since I didn't even know his.

It never for a second dawned on me that maybe he didn't even want to marry me. I didn't think that maybe he just wanted me for now, and as soon as someone better came along he'd leave me. Like I said before, I should have though. I should have done a lot of things. Actually, if I could I would take back everything that happened the day I told him my feelings. It would have saved me a ton of heartbreak that I didn't need.

But if I hadn't ever told Sol my feelings, you wouldn't be sitting here right now reading my story about my relationship. So I guess it might be a win for you. But whatever. Any who, I got a bit distracted. I was saying, everything started getting worse when we met Aradia.

Aradia was a girl that moved in across the hall from us. She liked ghosts and weird stuff like that. Oh, and she also liked Sol. Of coarse I didn't even find this out until recently.

So do you like it so far? I hope so. Anyway, I think I may have spelled Aradia's name wrong, so just tell me if I did. One more thing, in case you haven't noticed, this story is being told as if Eridan was telling it. I was tempted to put the writing quirk for everything, but that's really, REALLY annoying. Anyway, see you in chapter 3.