A/N: ahhhh, filler chapter. xD
I'm so sorry.

As I stated on my profile, school is completely consuming my life and I just can't seem to get a break.
Seriously, I wrote this at like, midnight.

Hopefully you can enjoy this poor excuse for a chapterr~

Song - Steadier Footing - Death Cab for Cutie

No Sunlight : Chapter Ten
Winter Pass

It's gotten late
And now I want to be alone

The snow had thankfully stopped for now, but the concrete was still damped with puddles of water. Emily walked around them, her body shaking and her feet picking up the pace as she raced home. It was nearing the middle of February, Valentine's day just passing. Emily had become slightly accustomed to her new little life in the city, just letting the days go by without any effort needed. It wasn't like her mother and her aunt was going to fight anyways, right?

It had crossed her mind earlier, but the thought of Ralph seems to keep getting buried deeper and deeper to the back of her thoughts. She didn't know him for too long, but she supposed he was memorable. His odd behavior and his strange actions make him seem unforgettable. That, or just plain weird.

But sadly,

Emily was forgetting about him.

She kind of had to.

She wasn't rich, and she was barely getting by. The last time she had saw Ralph was when she said that they couldn't see each other as often as she'd like. If she wanted to see Ralph, she couldn't. And Emily didn't want to spend her days in the city just morning and crying over Ralph.

There wasn't anything she could do.

No choice.

"You there?" I whispered out loud, closing my bedroom's door right behind me.

All of our friends were here,
They all have gone home

"Yeah, yeah." The filthy boy replied, coming into view once I turned towards him. "What do you want?"

I heaved a sigh of relief, thankful I had some company tonight. I didn't feel like sleeping tonight anyways. My mouth curled into a smile for the filthy boy, a bit pleased that he showed up.

I enjoyed company.

Even his'.

But then again, did this count as company?

"I just wanted someone to talk to, y'know?" I said back to him, again speaking out loud.

I figured the filthy boy was much more than an imaginary friend, he was real. I could talk to him, he would reply, I would move, he would react, he can hurt me, but I couldn't do anything to him.

I admit I've fallen into a pit of desperation.

I'm desperate.

Completely and utterly desperate.

For company, for someone to talk to.

The filthy boy had filled in all of those positions, and I didn't mind his company anymore. His presence enlighten me, his voice now made me -for lack of a better word-happy.

For past few weeks I've been cooped up in my room, becoming a hermit with sickeningly pale color for skin, barely even talking to my own parents. I wouldn't say I've locked myself from the outside world, but I'm sure my mother would say otherwise.

That was because she didn't understand me, my father didn't understand me,

only the filthy boy sitting on my bed understands me.

He knows what I've been through.

He knows what I've seen.

I'm sure he knows more about me than I do.

Suddenly, I had heard a knock at my door, I jumped, quickly turning to the door.

"H-Hello?" I called out to the wooden door, like it was the one that knocked.

"You okay?" I heard my mother's voice ask from the other side. "Are you . . . talking to yourself?" She asked, unsure.

"Yes I'm okay, I'm fine." I paused, "And are you sure you're the one's that not okay?" I laughed, "There's no one here besides me."

"Okay then," My mother backed away from the door, her voice slightly fading. "If you say so."

I laughed a little, reaching out my hand to the knob, turning the lock this time. It seemed like I forgotten to do that when I walked into the room.

"I'm perfectly fine."