They were fighting again.
Weren't they supposed to love each other? Weren't they supposed to love him, and Jazz, and not be angry?
Danny felt tears slide down his face from his eyes.
He was so confused.
They were scaring him.
In the dark of his closet, their voices were mumbled, so he couldn't hear the awful things they were yelling.
However, he could hear the tones of their voices through the thin walls and floor.
"It's impossible, Jack! Stop being so childish!"
"He's real; It's not impossible!"
"Only an idiot would believe such a thing!"
"Only a fool would deny it!"
"I hate you!"
"I hate you, too!"
He grabbed his knees closed to his chest, trying to make himself small within his closet.
Why did it matter if he was real or not? Did that man matter more to them than each other? What about him and Jazz?
Danny heard a knock on the closet door.
He looked up, and wiped away his tears.
The knob turned, and a figure stood, wielding a flashlight, in the doorway of the alcove.
"Jazz?"
Her eyes were red.
She'd been crying, too.
She grabbed a blanket from his bed, and sat down next to him, pulling a blanket around their shoulders.
They stayed in there all night.
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Hey, guys.
Sorry if I disappointed anyone with the small bit off fluff here. I tried to make it angsty.
I haven't updated in a while...
I'm not going to update for a while.
I've been busy with homework, illness, classes, and my laptop not working. These factors, among several others, are why I'm putting this story on hiatus.
I'm not abandoning this story, I just need to take a break from it.
If you have any prompts for this story, feel free to send them in, and I will write them as soon as I can and to the best of my ability.
Bye for now, but not forever,
-Asphodel Gray.