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Chapter Fourteen

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Chill of anesthetic ether

2 AM and I can't sleep

Everything is changing; changing too fast

My ears won't stop ringing

Everyone is disappearing

I can't breathe anymore…!

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I hated large bodies of water.

They scared me.

There was a time…

I remembered that person…

He let me in there for a really, really long time. I don't remember much for a reason…

I'd floated out far away. I was found hours later.

It wasn't a good memory.

I'm still frightened.

I only remember clearly the warmth of someone's hand in mind and them calling out my name. Other than, I don't ever want to be near a large body of water. I don't like talking about it often.

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He knew.

She could tell from that moment when she looked into his eyes. They were questioning; saddening.

Rin swallowed air. It wasn't enough. The steam clouded her vision and messed with her head. Her nails scraped against wall, whose white paint was chipping. It was humid and bright with her favorite colors, so warm almost welcoming. The odor filled her lungs and she choked, falling to her knees.

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The alarm clock rung over and over again, but he chose to ignore it, furrowing deeper into the covers.

His phone lay beside it, reminding of how many times it rung with another girl's number on it, waking him up (there always had been another girl resting by his side, oblivious).

He didn't want to wake up, face school, with those certain people in it. His head was still pounding from his hangover from the club. His jaw stung slightly still and he was careful not to accidentally rub it.

That wasn't it.

He just didn't know how he would deal with himself at school or around her.

How long has this been going on (how could he be so blind?)?

Why (did…did he cause it?)?

Len wasn't stupid.

He knew how she felt.

Under the covers, his finger wound into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. The alarm clock symbolized that time had run out.

But, she didn't necessarily know that he knew. But, now it was getting harder and harder to pretend around her. He'd found a year ago. At the staircase, when she was running down the stairs in rush, carrying paperwork.

He heard that familiar light tapping sound coming from the stair. He'd found sanctuary on the steps, listening to music.

The flash of cotton white and blonde hair. "Hey, Rin? What's the hurry?" He called to her as she descended to where he sat.

She looked at him flushed, pink touching her cheeks. "I have to meet someone out by the gates, but Hiyama-sensei wants me to send them to the teachers' lounge." Rin huffed, clumsily going down the steps Len adorned.

He eyed her carefully. "Who are you meeting up front?" She was so busy trying not to fall that she didn't pay attention.

"Did you say something?"

"Never mind." Len shook his head and watched the messy pile of papers. "Hey, if you aren't careful, you're going to trip and –Rin!"

She stumbled over his earphones' wires and his hand grasped onto her arm, hoping to keep her from falling. It didn't. They both stumbled down the few steps left, papers falling everywhere. The earphones were abruptly pulled out from his ears in the hassle and he winced, breaking Rin's fall.

"Itai…Rin! Are you okay? Urgh. Forget I asked that. Sorry…" Len muttered, moving so Rin could escape from underneath him. He cracked an eye open…

Her eyes were wide, but in subtle way. They were glassy (crystalline, like broken mosaic glass; reflective and beautiful), and staring, the depth within them impenetrable and never ending. Her mouth was slightly opened, lips forming a perfect 'o'.

And God…

He could tell.

Len groaned and forced himself up. What did he want?

He didn't know (he knew exactly).

Was he afraid? No (he was trembling inside; what would they say? What would she say? ).

He rested his head on his hands, frustrated. He wasn't thinking right; he was in denial. Did he want to…? There were so many issues, so many that it dizzied him. He looked back at the clock. It ten, school had begun already. It flicked back to his phone. Maybe time really hadn't run out.

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Rin was walking through the corridors of the school, heading up to the roof for lunch.

No.

She no longer had a want for food.

She had closed her eyes as she rested; her back on the ground of the roof area. The sky wasn't blue, but overcast, a storm threatening to come. Sometimes, the sky scared her too, because it was so similar to the ocean; so large; so scary.

"I can't sleep." She murmured to herself. The sky seemed to spin before her and she suddenly couldn't think straight anymore. Breathing through her nose wasn't enough either; Rin had to open her mouth slightly to take in air.

"I'm…"

"Crazy." Another voice answered her from the roof's door.

Rin knew that voice.

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Masato breathed deeply through the phone, absorbing in the information. He sucked in breath and let it all out in one sentence. "What?"

The voice on the other cracked slightly, and he could imagine the wince from his caller. "Maybe that was too much?" The voice went slow to show its uncertainty.

Masato hissed in irritation and stepped out into the balcony. "Too much? My God, this isn't just random shit, and not only that, Natsumi is pregnant!" He rubbed his temples and closed the sliding door behind him, closing the warmth of the hotel room out. A breeze hit him as the night dwellers of the city came out.

"I'll…take that as a yes, then?"

"This isn't funny. This was almost as bad with that tutor and that girl last year!"

"That girl was faking the papers. But, considering it a little, I'd say it lands between the girl and the motherfucker."

"Son…" Masato growled, his grip on the railing, tightening. Those incidents had been horrible, the fake pregnancy and the tutor, but at the moment, things were serious.

"Do you know what Natsumi will say?" The other end stayed silent. "You know she won't be happy; not with the baby. You know the consequences. She won't approve."

There was an underlying gist. "Wait. So you…you don't disapprove?"

Masato sighed quietly. "You do…what feels right. I can't stop you." It didn't answer the question, but it provided enough. "I'll support you."

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"Thanks, dad. I hope the kid'll come out alright."

"Take care, Len. Don't spread stupid shit around you, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. But, I'll talk to you next time. Bye."

The line went dead, and Masato closed his phone while in the midst of sighing. He looked over the city, coming alive in the cool night. He turned his head slightly to gaze through the glass door behind him to see Natsumi sleeping soundly. Her hand was placed protectively over her stomach.

He sniffed the air, taking in the recent breeze. "I feel a storm coming on…"

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If it was the whole world was ending right now,

Right here,

I'd leave everything behind

So that…

Both of us could be together.

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A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I know it's been a long time since I last updated and I know that this chapter hasn't been exactly exciting! I have a lot of testing and weekends were used for studying (I'm the typical Marshan; I have to be smart). But, to tell you, this story will be ending pretty soon, perhaps in the next, maybe five or a little more chapters, but I feel I've done amazing with you all. Again, I'm sorry for the practically month old update! Thanks to all for being faithful. Um…R&R?