Woof: Yes, it will end with Yao and Ivan

Mei-chan: Thank you for the review. I am glad that you enjoy the fanfic also, thank you for pointing out the good things, so that I can try to do more of that in the future

"Yao, you have to wake up now."

I groan, and pull the duvet over my head, in a desperate attempt to sleep a little longer. I can hear Mei complaining about how lazy I am, and that if I don't get up now, then I will be late. I really don't feel like going to school today. Even if I do love the children, I would rather spend the day with my wife, since she almost died yesterday. I want to hold her all day long, and bury my nose in her hair.

"Yao!"

"Yes, yes, I am up now!" I yell as I jump out of the bed, as if it was on fire.

I already miss the warmth of the bed, but it can't be helped. She is a cute, beautiful and nice woman, but I know that when she uses that voice, then I am done if I don't do as she says. Mei never tries to hide her true feelings, and her voice is clearly filled with irritation. And a provoked Mei is never good. A yawn escapes me as I am setting course towards the bathroom.

I did not sleep very well. I dreamt about what would have happened if Ivan weren't there to save her. She laid on the road, with her beautiful, black hair surrendering her head like a halo, while her white skin was painted red with blood. The limbs were twisted in impossible angles, and her bones peaked out everywhere. Her eyes were open in shock and fear, while they slowly lost their warmth. Just remembering her dead body makes my heart beat fast. I make my way under the showerhead in order to wash away the remains of the dream.

The hot water soaks my long, brown hair, and makes my skin almost burn. I stand there, with closed eyes, and try to focus on anything that is not the dead body of my wife. The tragic saviour that is my student makes his way into mind. I hope that he is better than yesterday, and that he comes to school today. I really need to thank him for what he did for Mei.

I hurry as I finish in the shower, suddenly in a hurry to get to work because of the new motivation that is Ivan Braginski.

I don't want to wake up. I don't have the willpower or strength to open my eyes, because I know my eyes will only see the pale walls of a single room. With nothing but three mattresses, one closet and one lamp that try very hard to give the room some life. I am afraid that I will only wake up to my parents, and not my sisters. Because then there is nothing that will bright up my day, nothing that can hold me up as I break down. Unless a certain person is here, but I hope that he is not, for his own good. He can't see me like this, despite how much I want to be in his embrace. I don't want to cause him trouble, just because I am suffering. I am not worth it.

As I force myself to keep my eyes closed, I hear my parents groaning through the thin walls. That means that I, without a doubt, should keep on sleeping. I can't manage a whole day with just them. Just the thought of them drinking, puking, and fail miserably at sex makes me want to vomit my empty stomach. The thought about stomachs makes me think about food. And I seriously don't need that now. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday, and my body makes me feel just how angry it is about that. It growls threatening as it starts the torture. It feels like my insides is being constantly pulled in different directions, and the stings are almost unbearable. No stomachache can make me leave this room.

I honestly don't care about how long I have slept. It did feel good, to finally have a long and deep sleep, but I do find myself missing the sight of Yao. Just seeing his back would have been enough to open my eyes. The sound of his voice would be the source of the energy that I so desperately needed to get up, just so I could find something to eat. But his smile, his gentle eyes that looks at me with affection and care, and his beautiful, soft voice that whispers my name could have been what made me go to school now, despite being late (if there is school now, I don't know what time it is), and given me the strength to go to work and deal with my parents. But he isn't here, and no Yao means lack of energy. No reason to do anything at all. I do love my sisters, and they do make my life bearable, but they just aren't enough anymore.

Since I met him, I have gained both one more source of happiness, but also a new form for pain. While he gives me strength, he still makes me sad. I can never have him, but he still treats me like a normal person. And while I don't want to trade his presence with anything else, I still whish that he hadn't given me the hole in my chest. He is the reason I am alive, and that I want to live. But he is also the reason why I want to die. He keeps me secured in his hand, and binds me with his glance. One squeeze of his hand, and one hateful stare is all that is needed to push me over the edge, and kill me.

With nothing better to do, I consume myself with the love of my life, as I prey to no one in particular to save me.

As I walk into the classroom, I am face to face with the most disappointing sight of my life. The classroom is a mess, with food and paper airplanes all over the place, and the constant laughing of teenagers. It feels like there is a contest that is to make the most noise. And Alfred is the loudest by far, and I can already feel the headache coming. But the one thing that really makes me regret leaving my wife is the missing presence of my motivation. Or was, since he is not here, and I no longer feel the need to be in this hell when I could be with Mei. Ivan Braginski is not sitting on his usual place with the Baltic boys, and they are for once not trembling. But his absence made a big impact on the students, and they are talking about him. I can't keep the voices apart.

"I am so glad that the creep isn't here!"

"Me too. I wonder if he is sick? Or maybe he is skipping today? Either way, this is good."

"I hope he is sick, then he won't be back for a long time."

"I am so happy for Toris, Eduard and Raivis!"

"I hope he never comes back!"

"Maybe has left the country, and has gone back to Russia."

"Maybe the devil has taken him to hell, where he belongs."

"It would be awesome if he is dead, then we don't need to see him at all! I am certain that he deserved it, if he died."

It terrifies me that so young people can talk that way about another person. Ivan may not have been friendly, or welcoming, but what has he ever done to his classmates. Just because he fights with Alfred, and scares the Baltic boys does not justify their wish of his death. This is beyond disgusting.

"SHUT UP!" I scream on the top of my lungs. It works, and everyone is finding his or her seats. They sit there, like the angles they supposedly are, and stare at me. How can they do that? Are they not feeling any shame? Do they not find something wrong with wanting another person to die, or disappear?

"Everyone in this room is staying behind, and I will call your parents, and tell them about this. I am not deaf, and I certainly do not accept the way you talk about your classmate. I hope that you use the rest of this school day to think about what you have said, and that everyone, hopefully, understands the importance of what you just said, and just how awful your behaviour is. No one has the right to claim that someone deserves death. No one."