Celeste's eyes went wide with realisation. She had done something that couldn't be explained and now she was sitting there while Darcie thought about what to say. Celeste could see betrayal in her eyes, or what she thought was betrayal. She had never been good at reading people. Never the less, she needed to get out of there, and fast. She broke her gaze with her associate with a sharp turn. Quickly, she picked herself up and put as much distance between her and the situation as possible. This meant she was going to go and hide in her room. Not the most elegant of escapes but it was all she had. This might have been what Celeste needed. Darcie was distracting her from her real duties. How had she let herself get so carried away with someone as average and needy as her? That girl was annoying and stubborn and the sooner she got rid of her the better. But that was easier said than done. But it will be done. Celeste turned to look behind her during her daring escape to her cold little room and, as expected, Darcie was trailing her. When would she quit? Celeste had almost killed her and she still wanted to be friends. She would never understand people. She could see Darcie was calling after her but the sound of rushing blood in her ears was to loud for her to make out any of the words. She just kept walking and walking until she was safe and away from her. She quietly closed the door of her room and sat down, her back against it. That was when it happened. That's when all the adrenaline and shock had worn off. That was when Celeste really realised what she had done. She had almost KILLED Darcie. The only friend she had ever had and she could have been dead because of her. Celeste was normally above calling her a friend but in that moment, Darcie was the only thing she cared about and she had almost lost her. A wave of foreign emotion swept through her fatigue racked body. Her frail figure started shaking and her breath caught in her throat. Then the tears came. Only one at first, like someone trying to get it to rain in a desert, but soon after a river of hidden terror silently trailed down her face. What HAD she done?

Darcie stood outside Celeste's room, staring at the now closed door. Celeste had saved her. Of all the people to save her it was her. The girl who acted like she hated everyone. The girl who shut herself off from any emotions had saved her. Darcie had been in awe when that heroic light shot from her delicate finger tips and scared the bullies away. But then it all went wrong. Instead of the smug look she was expecting, she got one of worry and fear. Then she left. She ran off without another word. Darcie had called after her but to no avail. She wouldn't listen. And now where was she? Standing outside of the mysterious girl's door, their friendship taken back to the very early stages once again. But by doing this, Celeste had unconsciously told Darcie something that she doubted that Celeste would want anyone to know, she cared. She actually cared. And that was enough to give Darcie hope that they would still be friends after this. And anyway, what did she have but hope?

A/N - Sorry for not posting in forever. I've been busy with school and I ran out of ideas for ages. This is a short one but I think it reveals a lot about the characters. I hope it's ok! Reviews keep me going :)