Liv looked at herself in Ravi's mirror and tried to mop up some of the black smudged makeup with her sleeve. Then she tried to comb through her hair with her fingers, but just managed to streak her hair with the makeup. It looked like sludge in her fine, white hair and she desperately hoped no one but Ravi would see her like this.

Unfortunately, Major was waiting for her in the hall, leaning casually against the door to his room.

The gun his hand currently rested on, hidden in the band of his jeans and covered by his brown jacket, however, was anything but casual.

She wanted to bask in the hurt or be angry that Major's feelings for her had changed so much, but she couldn't. And if Ravi hadn't been there to help her and restrain her last night – he might have had to shoot her. And she would be thankful for that outcome, because it was a better fate than living with the knowledge that she'd raged out and killed someone.

She shoved her hands nervously in her red leather jacket before facing him.

"You okay?" He tried to smile lightly, but the lines around his mouth were too tight to pull off anything truly friendly.

Liv wanted to remind him that she'd always be sick, because the cure was given to him. And Blaine. But she nodded and attempted the same smile in return.

For the first time ever she was afraid of Major Lilywhite. The good guy Prince Charming man of her dreams Major. The one she'd felt safest with, who was now her mortal enemy, technically, as a self-proclaimed zombie hunter. Liv's smile took on a more ironic twist after that thought.

He didn't seem to understand that the people Blaine turned were almost all just like her – scared, alone and dependent on doing disgusting things just to stay themselves. They were victims, not lucky enough to find a job as a morgue assistant, not lucky enough to have a friend like Ravi in their life.

"Major-," she was about to explain or argue or apologize or something, but she didn't know how to make him see. They stared at each other.

"C'mon, Liv. Chop chop, Tacoma awaits." Ravi paused as he came back up the stairs to see them still in awkward pre-conversation mode. "Er, but a few more minutes won't hurt." He promptly twisted his heels and started back down the stairs.

"What's in Tacoma?" major looked way too interested, and the hand, which had somewhat relaxed as they'd looked at each other, twitched back into place.

"Oh, apartment and job stuff. Liv's got to sell and quit and get general affairs in order before she moves back. I'm her chauffeur" Ravi called from the foot of the stairs.

"Why?" Major asked Liv.

Liv bit her tongue, not wanting to analyze whether his question meant disappointment at her return. "Why did I leave? Why did I come back?" Liv shook her head at him, and held up her hand to stop his opening mouth. "If you hadn't noticed, I haven't really gotten over the whole being undead and having my life stolen from me by a monster who then nearly killed my ex-fiancé, meaning that I had to subsequently cure him along with the aforementioned sociopath thing. This being before I learned that my brother almost died – and since I'm dead now, I couldn't do anything to save him, meaning that he and my mother are now not speaking to me. Not to mention my best friend also hasn't spoken to me and the ex-fiance – who I gave up the only known cure to zombiism for – can't even look at me without wanting to put a bullet through my brain." Liv waived a frantic hand at his waist, where he kept his not-so-hidden gun. "Why would I leave such supportive friends?"

Major forced his hand away. "Liv, I'm sorry, but…you know I can't just – I can't just feel the same way. You eat people."

Instead of compassion in his those eyes, alongside disgust and anger, she saw pity. It broke Liv's heart all over again.

"Major, you were always so perfect – you still are. You gave me…my happiest time and you still represent a life that I would love to get back to, someday, if Ravi can find a cure. But I'm not perfect, anymore."

The acceptance was clear on his face. He'd finally accepted that they were over. Even though Liv knew it was impossible to be more dead than she already was, for the moment she felt like someone had ripped out her heart. She still wanted him to fight for her and to hold her and give her that cute smile she could sink into with a kiss.

She had to brush past him to meet Ravi near the door. She didn't look back, not because she was okay with anything that had just happened with Major, but because she didn't want him to see how bad this was hurting her and that dead girls do cry.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ravi asked as stared down the road when they got in the car. He peeked at her.

"I've been thinking that maybe the mystery guy from Ruby Circus has something to do with this. Maybe I was asking too many questions and he meant to kill me."

"What I meant, was do you want to talk about Major?"

"No," she said decisively. "I want to find out who's killing these kids."

"Procrastination. Lovely thing." Ravi kept his eyes forward this time. "But you know those 'kids' are our age."

"I feel old." Liv stared out the passenger window.

"Probably grandma."

"Yeah." Liv let her forehead hit the cool, air-conditioned glass of her window. "Probably."