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A/N: Thank you so much for the positive reviews! I have a feeling people arent going to be too fond of this chapter, but it's necessary for the story to have the proper ending! And onto the latest chapter...


Chapter 9: Dramatic Exit


Dear Worth,
Sometimes I feel as though I am nothing in everyone's eyes. You make it seem as though my esteem is a negative twelve. Make these feelings go away, because I cannot take this pressure.

"Can you two hurry up? I have somewhere I need to be." My grandfather sighed as I shuffled out of the bathroom.

"I just need a minute." I begged. I pulled on my left shoe with speed and hobbled to the front door. My grandpa gave me a threatening glance, yet I only responded with a warm smile.

"Sorry I took so long." my new friend said. His hair was tossled and still wet from his quick shower as he emerged from the bedroom.

"Don't worry about it, let's go." my grandpa said with a smile. He lead us out of the house and to his car.

It had been one full week since my lavender haired friend told me that he had no where to go and I let him move in. The days seemed longer and my nights peaceful. I felt so much more happy every time I talked to him.

My grandpa pulled up to a building and rushed out of the car. I had a feeling that he was late to wherever it was he was going.

"So, are you adjusting well?" I asked the blue eyed boy sitting next to me.

"I think so," He responded. "I still feel like I am invading your personal space."

"Oh, don't worry about it, my grandpa loves the company." I remarked with a smile. "He was pretty lonely before you and I declared we were living with him."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, really." said. I pulled his hand into mine and firmly squeezed it. "We both are glad that you're here."

His eyes wavered from mine and down to our hands - I hastily let his go and felt a little bit of heat rush to my ears. Since I was in such a hurry, one of my rings fell off my finger and into the floor board.

"Oops." I said and started reaching for it.

"I'll get it." he said and leaned forward to pick it up.

Our heads bumped in the process and our eyes met for a second. I felt my stomach do a somersault as he came within centimeters of my face. I inhaled deeply to catch my breath and closed my eyes.

"Here's your ring." he said. My eyes fluttered open in response. "Are you okay? You look a little pale." I felt his warm hand brush against my face in a friendly manner, but I took the action as a little more than friendly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little cool in here I guess." I responded. I pulled away from his warm hand and sighed softly. "Can I have my ring?"

"Yes, of course." he replied. He handed me a ring that had a green dragon and orange markings on it and I smiled remembering who gave it to me. "That's a beautiful ring, would you mind me asking where you got it from?"

"My father gave it to my mother, it was her engagement ring." I sighed. I let the ring slip onto my ring finger delicately. "He told me that when I grew up I could have it as a memento, because he knew my mom was not big on silly trinkets of love."

"That was nice of him." he said. I nodded in response. "My mom left me a picture of her and I at the beach before the sunset. It is my favorite picture, I was only about four years old in it, and my mom looks so happy." he glanced down at the floor and sighed. I watched as he reached in his back pocket and found the picture. "here, since you showed me yours."

The picture was beautiful; his mother looked around her late twenties and had a headful of bright hair. His eyes were a stunning blue and he was laughing in the picture. I smiled at it and handed it back to him.

"Your mother was beautiful." I noticed.

"Thanks." He said and put the picture safely away. "She died the year this picture was taken. I guess this was how she wanted me to remember her."

I heard the car door open and my grandfather jumped in the seat quickly. He started the car and backed out of the parking space before he noticed us.

"Well, that was relatively painless." he joked. "So, where do you two want to go now?"

"Let's just go home." I suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." my grandpa agreed.

THe carride home was extremely quiet. There was no radio in the car, and all that I could hear was the roaring engine.

When we got him I went straight to my new bedroom. I had a twin bed, a dresser, and a nightstand for furniture and a walk in closet for the clothes that I wore. Just as I laid down on my bed, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I mumbled.

"I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to know if you knew where the band-aids are, I cut my hand on something." He said. I looked up from the bed and I saw a mass of lavender hair. I grunted in response and pushed myself from the comfortable bed.

"I have some, they should be somewhere..." I said as I rummaged through one of the dresser drawers. "Hold on." I reached behind a pile of clothes and felt the package of elusive band-aids. I pulled them out and handed them to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks," He said and took the package. A warm liquid fell on my hand and I shivered at the feeling. "I'm sorry about that, I should have cleaned up my hand first."

"What happened?" I asked and glanced down at his bloody hand.

"I was helping your grandpa with the dishes and one of the cups broke on my hand." he confessed. "It hurts immensely, so if you don't mind I would like to-"

"Oh my gosh," I whispered as I took a hold of his hand for the second time that day. "This looks terrible, you need to put some alcohol on that to clean it up."

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing too bad." he said. He pulled his hand out of mine and put the other one around my shoulder. "You don't look too good. You look like you are about to pass out, are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I insisted. I shook my head slightly and it caused me to become light headed. "You should...put band-aids...on that...cu-"

I collapsed.

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"Wake up honey." I heard the familiar voice of my grandpa say. I opened my eyes to be greeted with panic striken ones. "What happened? Are you sick?"

"I'm fine grandpa." I assured him. I rubbed my head in some attempt to wake myself. "I just got a little queasy from the blood."

"That's not what he said. "Grandpa stated, pointing to my blue eyed friend. "He said that you had been acting strange all day."

"Grandpa," I said and pulled him closer to me. "You don't need to worry about me so much, you will give yourself a heart attack if you keep it up."

He did not say anything else. He only nodded his head in response before standing up and leaving my bedroom. I blinked in confusion from his actions, but I shrugged them off when I felt something on my shoulder.

"Why did you lie to him?" Lavender hair fell into his eyes as frustration appeared upon his brow. "Why did you lie to me?"

I immediately bit my lower lip to stop my self from saying something I would regret. Instead, I turned my body away from him.

"I didn't do it to hurt you." I pleaed. "I-I am just scared."

"Of what?" He asked in a low tone.

"Too many things to describe." I reasoned with him. His body shifted on the bed and I soon found that he positioned himself to where our backs were facing each other and touching.

"Explain." He whispered cooly into my ear.

"Trying something new."

He pushed himself off the bed and walked to the door. I saw a look of malice in his eyes before he spoke.

"I'm sorry that new things scare you." was all that he said before leaving my bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

Out of anger, I slowly stalked my way out of the bedroom so that I could get the last word on the conversation.

However, just as I opened the door, I forgot what I was doing when I saw my grandpa lying in pain on the loveseat.

"Grandpa." I whispered as I approached him. I sat down next to him and saw that his hand was on his chest. Without thought, I flailed myself onto him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "What's wrong?"

"Honey," he said through rough breaths. His chest bobbed up and down rapidly. "My heart cannot help but love you fully, and-and that is why I worry about you so-so much. Please, understand that I cannot help-help what is happening to me.

"No," I stated as warm tears filled my eyes. "You cannot leave me, you are all that I have left in this world. Do you understand grandpa?"

"God has decided that this is my-my time. I have to go." he choked on his air and coughed violently before speaking again. "I am not the only one in this-this world, there is someone right before your eyes-eyes. I love you, don't forget that."

"Please grandpa." I wept into his chest. I felt my tears freely fall from my face as my grandpa's breathing became shallow. "Don't give in, you can't die, you can't leave me here." I curled into his body and clutched it strongly as I felt his life slipping away quicker than before. "I will miss you too much."

He took his last breath when I was holding him. I gripped his strongly one last time before letting him go. I forced myself to get off the couch, when I did my eyes met with blue ones.

"Don't talk to me." I begged. I tried to push myself past him, but he caught me in his grasp before I could get away.

He didn't say one word, he only held me close to his body liek I did to my grandpa. My emotions were in overdrive and I wept into his t-shirt as his arms rubbed my back in a soothing method.

Just before I let go and pulled away, I saw tears in his eyes.

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