Sup? So I have this chapter nicely written out. My knowledge of GotG is limited to only movies. I mean, I wanted to read the comics but exams coming up. So yeah. Don't blame me if I just made up stuff. This IS fan fiction after all. By the way, if you guys haven't heard of Shangri-La by Imai Asami, I would recommend you to listen it. Really. It's touching.

After breakfast, a grumbling Cry, who was still pissed for reasons she could not comprehend, walked back into the living room, leaving Amy to her own thoughts. She wasn't quite sure why he was acting like that when she told her story. It's all in the past, right? Perhaps it was the fact that the way she struggled with herself that had him all worked out.

Walking back into the living room, she saw her phone on the table, in which she picked it up, and Ryan, who was back to his Dreamland on the couch. "Went back to sleep, huh?" She murmured.

Not really knowing what had gotten into her, Amelia kneel down, observing his face. She played a little with his hair, continuing her murmuring, "You the first ever to give that kind of reaction. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't because New York either. So..."

She trailed off. Did she dare? Screw it! It's for thanks only! Hesitating, she kissed softly on his forehead, finishing her last words, "Thank you. You're such a good friend, Cry. I might be able to finally move on because of you."

With that, she stood and immediately went to her room, closing the door and locking it. She slid down to the ground, Her heart was beating loudly, almost wanting to escape. "I did it," She panted slightly, "I actually kissed a guy who's at least five years younger than me."

Almost daring herself, she touched her cheeks. They were warm, warmer than usual.

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Unbeknownst to her, Ryan was only pretending to sleep when Amy walked in and talked to him. However, he did not expect that next course of action, at all. It was completely unexpected, feeling that soft lips that lightly touched his forehead, and it was enough. After her rapid footsteps faded, he sat up in the couch, eyes wide in stunned surprise. He heard his heart beat so loudly, it practically was the only thing he heard.

Did... Did she just kissed me?

Sure, he felt it when Amy played with his hair. He was already resisting blush threatening to appear on his face, and then she kissed him. By then he had already felt his cheeks growing warmer. But he also remembered her words.

I might be able to finally move on because of you.

If that was true, then he'll be glad to believe her. He palmed his head, feeling the cheeks growing even more warmer by the second. In the end, he just stood up to get some cold water and maybe wash his face in an attempt to cool down his face. Entering the hallway, he glanced at upstairs where Amy's room lies. He could hear her voice faintly.

"I wonder what she's doing?" He mumbled to himself.

Feeling his curiosity in his chest, Ryan sneaked up the stairs, making sure there were no creak that sounded throughout the house. Reaching her room, he pressed his ear and were even more surprised to what he heard.

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After a few minutes and still feeling blush on her cheeks, she decided to put on some music to drown out the world, even if it was just a little while. Placing the headphones onto her ears, she played a song that was still one of her favorites, even now. Maybe it was the fact that she probably could relate to the song more than anybody on this planet. The music starts, creepy orchestral music flooded her ears before the real music begins, lyrics touching her very soul.

It was a long journey, wasn't it?

Until that moment when we met,

Amelia's mind unwilling flashed back to when she and Peter met, all those years ago. They had met and had been together since kindergarten, creating happy memories, from making fun of the popular clique and even breaking into a store one time. They, of course were caught and scolded by their respective parents, but the next day, Peter gave it to her. The little wooden angel that he had made into a necklace. Unconsciously, she smiled and her hand touched the old necklace that she still wear it until this day.

Like fragmented molecular symbols, if you're not with me then...

I'd rather threw away my defiled self into the rotting ark,

And drown in a beautiful lie,

The first day he had left, she couldn't accept it. Countless times she had tried convincing the doctors to believe her, but they wouldn't. The police blamed her for the disappearance of Peter Quill, but didn't believe her as she tried to tell the truth. In the end, she was tossed into that damned hospital. She began to sing the next lyric, trying to released the emotions boiling from within. Unknowingly, Cry was on the other side of the door, listening with wide eyes.

I want to see you, but I can't see you.

Where are you?

I still don't understand the truth,

Nor do I want to ask about it,

Her voice was filled with pain. Even after NY, she still didn't want to ask the truth. She was, easily said, afraid to know what lies for her.

The requiem of the birds that can't fly,

Echoes once again in the heart of Shangri-La!

When she first heard the song, she never knew the meaning of Shangri-La. So, she research it and found out it meant some kind of utopia. Thats ironic, considering where the song came from in the first place.

The water dripping from the insomniac crescent moon won't return.

Those seasons, I could laugh how pretty things were,

Like a fabrication, I stared on.

Amelia thought about the countless times she pretended he wasn't there. All those 26 years of pretending that he never existed at all. It was hard. She always imagined him saying something completely sarcastic, or lead her from one shop to another. That's why she turned her attention towards YouTube.

Don't disappear, don't forget,

That wavering image.

I want to cry, but I can't cry,

Even as I call out your name.

As much as she didn't want to, tears now streamed down her face. Cry, on the other side of the door, too felt his heart break. Her voice was full of sorrow. He hadn't realized how hard Peter had made an impact in her life. He gritted his teeth when he felt a couple of tears falling to the floor. Despite the fact that she was now bawling, she still sang. She had a feeling that this might've been the last time she'll think of Peter.

If my wishes and warmth are scattered in the wind,

At least, take my song of love to you.

Ryan listened to the muffled crying from the other side of the room. He slid down to the ground, desperately wanting to comfort her. But as far as he knows, she had locked the door. "Please stop crying." He whispered out, slightly begging her to stop. He was starting to feel regret that he had let his curiosity took over him and yet, he was grateful too. He felt as if Amy was sharing her feeling, even if it was unintentional.

I want to see you, I want to see you,

Even if it was in a dream.

Embrace me, whisper to me,

Ah, with that voice of yours.

Amelia's voice was now croaking with raw emotion. She lied on the cool floor, hiccuping. She was whispering the words now, though Ryan could still hear it loud and clear.

I'll overcome the misery of the birds that can't fly,

And take off into the skies of Shangri-La!

Her eyes fluttered shut as she passed out from tiredness. On the other side of the door, Ryan lied on the floor in a similar manner as Amelia's, his eyes behind the glasses too started fluttering shut. Though he did gave a soft smile when he heard the bawling reduced to soft snores before he let darkness overtook him completely.

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