Nora POV

I spend a few extra minutes in the bathroom getting myself together. I grab my duffel bag full of clothes and head for the door. Then, backtracking, I go back to my night stand and take the picture frame and shove it in my bag.

I leave my house, making sure everything was in its place like I found it. I reach the jeep seeing Patch already in the driver's seat. I slide in silently and buckle in.

Patch doesn't say a word the whole ride home. Instead he kept one hand on the wheel and his eyes forward. If I hadn't been around him so long I wouldn't have noticed the hard set of his jaw or the tense look in his eye.

I looked away abruptly, realizing I'd been staring. I don't know why his harshness affected me so much. This is what I wanted right? All connections severed, no romantic connection…I should be happy.

So why was I so miserable?

We endured the lengthy car ride in silence, pretending to be completely unaware of each other's presence. When we arrived home I go straight to the guest room from last night and plop down on the bed. I sigh trying to get a grip on the mess of thoughts in my head. I lace my fingers together and lay them on my forehead. And before long I fell into a restless and dreamless slumber.

Patch POV

I didn't say anything to her since I walked out her old bedroom. She didn't say anything to me either. Honestly, I couldn't blame her. What was left to say? She'd told me how she wanted things to be and I would respect her wishes. When we got back to the house she went straight to her room closing the door. I sighed and went to the living room and dropped myself on the sofa, face first. I felt utterly defeated. And more than that I felt like a failure. I few weeks ago I wanted nothing more than to have this girl back in my arms. And now that she was here she wanted nothing to do with me.

Man, karma was a real bitch.

And what in the hell was up with this whole cheating thing? Even though a stallion like me could have anyone I wanted, I sure as hell didn't cheat on her. Other girls were the farthest thing from my mind when I lost Nora. I would never violate the trust she'd left me with like that. What did she see when she touched my scars? Where did those images come from? I sat up suddenly. The only other time someone had input images in my memory had been when-

Forget It.

What? I looked around hesitantly and spanned the house with my fallen angel senses. There was no one here, but that was the same voice from that night in the car with Rixon It reminded me of—

FORGET.

And just like that the thought was expelled from my mind. I couldn't remember the last thought I had. I remembered thinking about Nora and her crazy cheating accusation then…nothing. Hm.. I shrugged and lay back on the couch watching Saturday Night Live for the remainder of the night. And while the skits kept me somewhat occupied I couldn't help the incessant thought resting in the back of my mind.

Nora POV

Get Up.

My eyes flashed open and I sat up straight in my bed. The room had darkened considerably since my afternoon nap. I got up silently and tiptoed to the door. Cracking it open the tiniest degree I peeked out and saw Patch sitting on the living room couch watching some late night talk show. I carefully shut the door and go sit back on the bed.

Whose voice was that? It was the same voice I heard in the car on the way to my house. The male voice was so achingly familiar, as if remembered from a dream. A like a dream, every time I tried to get a grasp on… it flits right out of reach.

Graveyard.

The voice was so soft and so compelling I found myself slipping on my sneakers and pulling on a sweatshirt. I head for the window, slowly lifting it in hopes it was creaky from disuse. To my surprise it slid up effortlessly, and I felt the cool night air blow my hair back.

I hoisted myself up on the window sill and paused. I began to weigh the pros and cons of the situation I was about to put myself into.

Pros:

I'd nip this "hearing voices" crap in the bud before it caused any trouble.

Cons:

I was supposed to be dead so if anybody I knew just happened to see me there'd be a whole mess of trouble for me( and Patch).

I didn't know who this voice was or why it was telling me to go to a graveyard in the middle of the night. The whole thing just painted the word "SKETCH" in big red letters.

Not to mention the same guidelines I've been following since middle school. It wasn't safe to go out in the middle of the night alone. Even with crazy fallen angels and nephilim floating around (no pun intended) the everyday street thug was just as dangerous.

You're running out of time. The voice said, And I could've sworn it sounded less patient than before.

Eventually my curiosity ruled out the latter and I crawled through my window. I didn't realize how high up I was until I looked down from the ledge I was standing on. I would have to carefully maneuver myself so that—

My foot slipped.

I felt my stomach drop as I slipped of the ledge and hurdled toward the ground. I had the good sense not to let the scream in throat escape, for fear that Patch would hear. And as I neared the ground something odd happened. The world seemed to slow around me as I, almost instinctively, twisted my body and angled my feet toward the ground. My heels hit the earth first and I efficiently dropped down to my haunches to absorb the momentum of my fall, my hands pressed against the moist grass. As my pounding hear and heavy breathing slowed I realized how deathly quiet it was. I stayed in my position for another few seconds before slowly standing up.

How the hell did I do that? I looked down at my body to check for any injuries but everything looked fine. Because of my excitement I hadn't realized how silent and quick my descent was. And before I could stop myself a small grin spread across my face. Now that the life-threatening aspect was gone I was able to appreciate how awesome that Charlie's Angel move was. I looked back up at my window, the pale eggshell curtains blowing in the breeze, then back at the street lit with orange streetlights. With nothing left to lose I took off running down the street, my inquiring mind leading the way.

Even though I don't think you guys deserve itt heres another chapter ONE day later. Currently 10:18pm on a school night and I haven't done my homework. Bad choice on my part? Maybe.

but I love yall soooo Here you are my darlings ^_^ Enjoy! SEVEN reviews before my next update. And I mean it this time! Pleaseee! They encourage me to write more! (Plus I value your opinion)

Patch and Nora Song: Here We Go Again- Demi Lovato another Crescendo song. Trust me it relates perfectly(:

Patch and Nora Quote: My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it's surprising how often they head in your direction. ~ Unknown