Chapter Seven: Love Sucks

The day had started off bad.

It was Wednesday. It was the middle of the week, for a start, neither the beginning nor the end. Second of all, Razer had the mother of all headaches and to cope with this, she figured that the best solution was to sit by the kitchen table and stretch her arms out, head resting in the crook of them. A sudden loud noise pulled out of her stupor, pupils dilating as the bright blaze of the overhead light greeted her. She groaned, putting a hand over her eyes.

Miyako bit her lip and put a hand on the Greek's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Miss. Athane," she said softly, almost in fear.

Razer put her hands down and blinked rapidly, getting used to the lighting as the headache kicked in again "It's okay, Miyako." The maid nodded and went about her business, cleaning the sideboards, which were already immaculate. Maybe she just had nothing else to do or, maybe, had to tell Razer something.

Miyako paused in her work, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Razer replied, filling a glass with water and proceeding to snap some painkillers from their foil sheet.

"I asked Hwoarang out yesterday."

Razer halted her actions, not noticing that the water in the glass she was holding, was vibrating in her grip. She cast her gaze downward. "Right."

Miyako continued, not noticing the Greek's sudden decline in motion. "But I was, uh, wondering if you were okay with it?"

Razer stared through the window. She had no idea that Miyako had a thing for Hwoarang and even if the two were getting terribly close, Razer would have just blamed the fact that the red-head visited nearly every other day. "I see." She was not totally oblivious to the voice in her head, telling her something she didn't want to hear; but it was the truth that was killing her.

/You and Hwoarang are growing further apart with every waking day. Accept it, Razer. Don't keep him hanging on because we both know eventually...that he will let go./ She didn't want to believe that. She didn't want to let him go. Yeah, sure, she was with Jin, but Hwoarang was hers. The Blood Talon belonged to Storm Wind. Nobody else.

But then again, Angel was right. Hwoarang had never stopped trying. Even now, even when he knows that Razer is taken, he persists. It would better for both of them if the Greek let go. For her: she could finally focus on trying to communicate to Jin beneath that thick sheen of dark corruption coating his being. Whereas Hwoarang, on the other hand, wouldn't have to put up with having his heart ripped from his chest and getting it stamped on every time Razer said 'I'm only ever going to be...your best friend.'

After a minute of awkward and painful silence, Razer bit her trembling lip and turned to the patient-yet-slightly-anxious Miyako who stood next to her, waiting for an answer, foreseeing it to be a negative. Athane broke the silence and...nodded...smiling. "That's fine, Miyako."

The brunette woman grinned and bowed to the Greek. "Thank you, Miss. Athane." With that, she walked off. Shutting the door of the kitchen, she leaned against the wall, a large smiled playing over her lips. She squealed with delight and ran off to her living quarters, the days work done.

Razer had forgotten about the headache, sitting down again, she let out a big breath, feeling a vibration on her upper thigh. She pulled her phone out of her pocket out with difficulty. It was so hard to pull something out of your pocket when you're sat down. She flipped the screen up and bit her lip again. One new message from Hwoarang.

Opening it, she hesitated, believing that it would only cause her more pain. But to her surprise, it didn't. In fact, she smiled.

I'm sorry x