"I can't hold on to our love neither do I know of a way to turn back time. Please listen to the voice of my heart as it quivers," -Megurine Luka, Last song.

Special message: The chapter name, Dor, does not mean a giant black beetle. It means a deep and nostalgic feeling of emptiness experienced upon in longing and yearning for something or someone. I know. It's a perfect word.

-Garry- Age 25-

Knock, knock.

I hulled myself up from my chair and sluggishly walked to the door. The doorknob had a golden shine, and the cool metal felt good in my hot, sweaty hands. I twisted it slowly, and pulled back. Phoebe was standing there, hands behind her back innocently. Her platinum hair almost glowed in the sunlight. She gave a soft smile, but then threw her arms around my neck without a word. Stunned and confused, I stepped back and threw her off of me.

"W-what... I barely know you," I said, and she got back to her feet.

"I went to an all girls school, how would I know how to act around boys I like?" The girl had such confidence it was quite awkward for me. I shifted in place, not knowing what to say next.

"You should totally take me out... Gar-bear," she said with a giggle, and I felt like it was college all over again.

"I thought you knew I'm with Michelle,"

"I do. But you're gonna have to, because I can get Michelle to do whatever I want,"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm her 'best friend' now. She's a fragile girl. I can make her kill herself, if push comes to shove," she said, wearing a wicked smile.

"Why would you do that?"

"I don't care about her! Just take me out already!" she said, in a whiny manner.

"No! Are you crazy or something? Because-" I said, but she ripped her phone out and started talking while tapping on the screen.

"Michelle, you're a dumbass that wants all the attention. Why don't you go die in a hole so we can be a real band again," she said, "You want me to tweet this?"

"Why would I?"

"Then take me out,"

"You're a stubborn girl," she looked at me with a look that just said, "really?" as her deep hazel eyes glistened in the sunlight. There was a moment of silence where I could feel the wind brush by, and she looked down to her phone and tapped it. She then looked back up at me.

"Sent," she said, then turned and walked away. I watched as her hair swayed back and forth as she walked back to her car. I sighed and shut the door. Michelle wouldn't be bothered by it, would she? I grabbed my phone that was laying on the desk, and sent a quick message to her.

[Hey. Ur friend came over and asked me out. I said no, but she might abuse u via twitter. Don't listen to her, okay?]

I put the phone back on the desk, and waited, but there was no reply. When I started fiddling with my computer, the phone buzzed again.

[Who? Phoebe?]

[Yeah]

There was no reply after that. I just switched between tabs of my browser and jumped in and out of Word documents. I felt that I was stuck on everything, and as if there was nothing more for me to do. But my mind wouldn't stop thinking of Michelle. I eventually gave in and went onto Twitter to see what was happening. I stared in disbelief as the feed blew up with a giant conversation between Phoebe and Michelle. I expanded it to see what she said.

You slut.

Go die.

I scrolled down to see how many times she had said these kinds of things, and I was stunned by how many tweets there were. Michelle had replied to some of them, but I didn't want to see how she reacted. As if on cue, my phone buzzed.

[Garry?] A number I that wasn't listed as a contact was on the screen. I unlocked the phone and typed a response.

[Who is this?]

No reply.

-Ib- Age 14-

"I wonder why'd they put a work of an animator here..." A man with a torn jacket said, glancing to a series of paintings that depicted a giant blade going down. Ib looked up at him, not saying a word.

"An animator is someone who makes movies, you know," he said, and Ib gave a subtle nod.

"Ah well. Let's get going," He said, walking straight ahead. As he walked forward, a giant blade just like the one in the painting fell abruptly and quickly, followed by a scream of pain. Ib rushed over in alarm, and there was a deep gash in the middle of the man's back. In a state of panic, Ib fished through her pocket and took out her handkerchief, and wondered if it would be enough to cease the bleeding. She pressed gently against the wound, but the wound was extremely deep, and the man's breathing became rather ragged.

"I-Ib..."

"It's okay... just stay with me," Ib said, her confidence faltering. Ib took his torn jacket off, and wrapped it around the wound as tightly as possible. Specks of red dotted the carpet, her hands, and soaked the handkerchief. There was blood on her knees, which she was sitting on. She still applied pressure while the man gulped in air.

"It's okay... please, just keep breathing," she said, and he took shallow breaths. His lavender hair was plopped on the ground, and one eye was facing upwards. It was a terrible sight for Ib, the agony and plead in his sapphire eyes. She hadn't known how to treat a wound, but it felt like her hands just guided her. She somehow knew he would make it out.

A cry of agony startled Ib, as she turned and saw a girl with a green dress stabbing his open wound, with the jacket untied at her lap. Ib shrieked and tackled the girl who was stabbing his wound, but she just laughed.

"Ahahaha..."

"Ohohohoho..."

Ib threw her fists wherever they could reach, but was returned with burning pain. Two of her fingers had been cut off, and she gaped her mouth open in pain. She turned back to the man on the floor, but his eyes were closed.

"Wake up..."

"Please, wake up!" She screamed as hot tears streamed down her face, blood dripped from her hands.

"Hehehe! Life to Mary, death to Garry, now we can be together forever!"

I woke up and clutched my fists abruptly. They were hot and sticky, and one of my hands had fallen asleep. There was light streaming through the window, and I wondered to myself why my Mom hadn't woken me up.

It's Saturday.

Duh. I forced my mind not to think of the dream, and when I finally gave in, I couldn't remember anything. I took the white lace handkerchief that was on my nightstand and felt the soft lace.

"Life to Mary, death to Garry, now we can be together forever!"

Garry was his name. The kind man with sapphire eyes and lavender hair's name was Garry. He was looking at art. We were looking at art. I felt that I knew that man I saw at the cafe, as he looked exactly with what corresponded to the dream. His name was Garry. Why did he have my handkerchief though?

Mary.

Thoughts and memories came flooding into my brain, as my eyes widened and was stricken with familiarity. I gave him the handkerchief when he cut his hand on Mary's burnt painting. We had made it out together, and none of us had remembered. My heart felt like it was sinking, deeper and deeper when the thought struck me.

I have to see him again.

-Garry- Age 25-

I briskly walked down the street and didn't take my eyes off of the cafe a few feet away. I had texted Michelle earlier that I needed to talk to her, and to meet me at the cafe. I opened the door and looked around. Michelle was no where to be found, and I felt like I was punched in the gut.

"Garry!" I heard, and I spun around. Phoebe was behind me, smiling.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, Michelle told me she didn't want to talk to you,"

"If she doesn't want to talk to me, she most definitely doesn't want to talk to you!" I snapped. She took a seat.

"Sit down,"

I sat down, my glare not ceasing.

"You see this?" she showed me her phone and showed me how many insults and rude things she had Tweeted. She took it back, and she showed it to me again and I froze.

Datsongwriter

Michelle

Well maybe I will kill myself.

Phoebesto6c

Phoebe

Go on, the world will benefit it.

Was Michelle still alive? I made a silent prayer to hope she hadn't acted yet. What have I done... was it all my fault? I was speechless, and just sat there with my mouth hanging open.

"Take me out, or Imma make sure she goes," Phoebe said, and I stared at her in disbelief.

She was going to kill one of my friends JUST because I wouldn't take her out. I wanted to beat her up, then and there, but there was nothing I could do about it. There was only one choice.

"Fine. I take you out. Just, stop it with Michelle, please..."

"I thought so," she said with a smile, then got up and left. I sat there for who knows long, and just tried to contemplate how everything was ruined. I couldn't tell Michelle that I was dating someone else, which I technically wasn't, but I can't stop Phoebe from blabbing about it... I took out my phone and quickly sent her a message.

[If Phoebe says anything about me and her going out, IT'S NOT TRUE! I promise, Michelle. I'll explain later. When can you meet me]

I quickly got to my feet and exited the cafe.

-Ib- Age 14-

I scanned the lunch room to see if Kudoh was anywhere, but he still was nowhere to be found. I bought a small bowl of pasta, and headed over to my normal spot when I eyed Sakura and her gang. I wondered if I could sit with them, so I went in that direction. I ended up just staring at the group of girls and just slowly walking by. When I heard a whisper, I was given a quick kick in the shin, and I lost my balance and fell face-first into my pasta. Why did I even bother in the first place?

There was a roar of laughter and giggles, but I was too tired to lift my face from the pasta. My mind had been on Garry for the whole day, and I wanted to be anywhere but school. I lifted my head, and there was alfredo sauce all over my face. I didn't want to get to my feet to see all the people hooting with laughter, but I wasn't embarrassed. I was tired. Of all of it.

"What are you doing, bitch?" A loud voice emerged from beside me. I couldn't look up, but I was hoping it was Kudoh. There was silence throughout the whole cafeteria.

"You all betta get the hell out of here!" he screamed, and I could hear screams and feet pounding against the ground. There were nervous whispers everywhere, but I couldn't make out any words because my face was still in pasta.

"You alright?" he said, and offered a hand. I took it, got to my feet, but stumbled backwards when I saw his face.

"S-Satoru?"

"Let's get you washed up," he grabbed my arm, but I took mine away.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Well, aren't you gonna say thank you?" I looked back at him, and there was silence.

"Thanks," I said quietly, and I walked away and headed to the bathrooms. I looked in the mirror, and my face looked pitiful. I washed off a bit, but there was still alfredo stains on my shirt and scarf. I rinsed off my scarf, hoping to remove the stains, but they didn't come out. I dried it off, and put the soggy thing around my neck. I exited the bathroom, but frowned when I saw Satoru leaning up against the wall.

"Why are you following me?"

"You said you were fine,"

"I am!" I said, brushing past him, "Without you," I knew it was a little harsh, but the last thing I wanted was Satoru on my tail.

"Hey... take it easy," he said. I stopped in place, but didn't look back. Why was he suddenly on my side? Where was Kudoh, and why did Sakura trip me? I just wanted him to leave me alone, so I took my best shot. I turned around.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you hate me? Why don't you wear your uniform like everyone else?" I snapped, and he looked beaten.

"I'm done," I said, and walked away without interruption. Nothing really mattered anymore. I just hoped that Kudoh would be at the cafe later that day.

-Garry-Age 25-

I opened the door to the cafe, and I rushed over when I saw Michelle sitting down by herself. I took a seat, and she looked up.

"Go away..."

"Michelle, I can explain,"

"No! Just...go," she said, looking up pleading as her blue eyes glistened.

"Michelle... you got my texts, didn't you?"

"W-what? You texted me?" she asked, looking at her phone.

"Many times!"

"Phoebe said you deleted my contact, and when I texted you, you asked who I was. I know you don't like me. Just... leave," she said, tears leaking out of her eyes. I was so confused and angry at the same time. That number that texted me was Michelle?

"You said you got a new phone!" she blinked.

"I never got a new phone!" There was a moment of silence.

"You... didn't?"

"What number said that?" she asked, and I took out my phone and looked at the contact.

"8725-1334,"

"That's Phoebe's number," she said, dead serious. I got so mad, I felt like I could just rip Phoebe's head off.

"No way..." I said, and deleted the contact quickly.

"Don't get me wrong, Garry. I love you. But I don't understand why you would date Phoebe without telling me. It's so unlike you..." the statement gave me goosebumps and my chest got heavy.

"Michelle! It's not like that..." As much as I wanted to explain everything to her, I didn't know where to start.

"The bands treating me like dirt now... once again. The only thing Phoebe wanted was you. And now she's got you. She's lucky,"

"But..."

"It's alright Garry. But she's a jerk," Michelle said, a tear escaping her fierce blinking. It streamed down her face, and she got to her feet and I watched as she left the cafe. Everything was going downhill, and I had to stop her from committing suicide or worse. I didn't even get her number... Shoot. I got to my feet and went out the door, and just leaned on the building, observing traffic lights and the rush of people. Monday evenings weren't too busy, but not vacant either. I watched as a girl with long brown hair and a red skirt crossed the street. She stopped in the middle, and I looked to the car that was stopped at the stop sign, a soft glow of a cell phone illuminating the dark car. The girl, no older than fifteen, turned around, and blood red eyes stared into mine, and a strike of familiarity made my heart sink.

Suddenly, the car abruptly propelled forwards, and the girls eyes shut as she was flipped over the car. My eyes widened, not knowing what just happened. She lied idle, blood dripping from her head. The car behind the one that just left stopped, and someone opened the door. I rushed over in the middle of the street, and I kneeled to try to help her. The moment I saw her red scarf and skirt, it gave me goosebumps for no reason whatsoever.

This girl...

I've seen her before.

Her head was bleeding, and I held it in my arms. More people rushed over and surrounded me, until I heard sirens come.

"A-Are you alright? Say something!" I said. She had long bangs that ended right at her eyelids, and her brown hair was dotted with blood. Her eyes barely opened, and I felt relieved.

"S-say something," I said under my breath. Her lips barely moved, but I could make out the words whispered by them.

"G-Garry..."

My eyes widened as hers shut once more.

She knew my name.

Sorry for late update peeps. Had some writer's block, but hopefully I can update again within the next week. And honestly, if you leave a review telling how I'm doing, the next update will be guaranteed faster. Still having some minor writer's block, and this chapter was difficult to write. Please favorite and follow if you'd like to see more, and review because reviews compel me to write better, faster, and just make me feel better. C: