Aw yeah, I'm done school until January! Yaaaaaaay! Woooooo! Yeeeeaaaah! I feel like I had something more important to say than that…

Well, I don't know if this was it, but, for the people who came to this story after I finished WiH, I'll be returning to the GS fandom for a while once I finish my KH story (2-4 more chapters), and I'm gonna try taking on Legend of Zelda after I finish this one. Depending if I can get a story thought out, and depending on how swamped I am, I might also keep writing in FE for a bit, but if I can't handle it, then I'll come back here after I finish one of those other stories. For the time being, though, this story still has a little while longer before it'll end. It's definitely in the ending stages, but just barely now that Eddie and L'Arachel are broken up.

Disclaimer: Refer to chapter one

Supports in the Aftermath
(Edward)

Light streamed in through the window, illuminating the spot where I was lying. Rubbing my eyes and squinting as I started to wake up, I tried to adjust to the light as I looked at my surroundings. Somehow I'd ended up on the floor, and…wait…this isn't my room…

A light groan from beside me caught me by surprise, and I jumped slightly at the sight of Rebecca curled up beside me. I suppose I must not have been completely sober, because I don't really remember passing out here. I do remember talking to her outside for a bit, but then that's when I start drawing a blank. I guess I must have passed out when we were sitting on her porch.

Sitting up, I stretched a bit and made sure I wasn't feeling too woozy. Luckily, I didn't have a headache, but my eyes did sting a little. I must have broken down at some point; hopefully it wasn't until I was asleep though.

Glancing back down at Rebecca, I couldn't help feel a little awkward about the whole situation. True, it had seemed like a good idea to stop at her place last night, but now that I think about it, it was probably a dumb idea. Plus, if Wil had been with her, it definitely would have made things uncomfortable, and I didn't want people to get the wrong idea about us, considering what had just happened last night…

I could feel a pain in my chest as I thought back on what had transpired. I must have let my emotions run too loose last night, and now it was strange to feel so…numb: as if I didn't have enough emotion left in me to feel anything. I felt upset, but I couldn't even express it at the moment. All I could do was experience the squeezing feeling in my chest.

As much as I wanted to believe that I hadn't, I think I overreacted to the situation. I was so overcome with anger that I didn't even want to hear her side of the story, hear what may have actually happened. I should have at least given her a chance, not so I could hear excuses, but so that I could have weighed the options. Instead, I just jumped right to the end, skipping every step in between so that I could break up with her.

Heh, imagine that, me breaking up with her.

I smirked bitterly at my own stupidity as I held a hand to my face. I always imagined that if one of us were to break up with the other, it would have been her with me. I mean, it would have made more sense that way. I'm the scrawny average guy and she was the one who was way out of my league, so how did it come to this? I was lucky enough to have started dating the girl I'd had a thing for since last year, and then I blew it all because of a stupid kiss: a kiss that wasn't even instigated or returned by her, as stated by the culprit himself!

Removing my hand from my face and opening my eyes, I looked to see that I was literally shaking, though I couldn't even be sure what sort of emotion I was feeling. The blanket my other hand was resting on was quivering in the grip of my white-knuckled fist, and I released it as I took a few breaths.

I glanced back at Rebecca's sleeping figure, still peacefully lying on the ground without a care that the sun was shining right onto her face. It would probably be best for me to leave before she wakes up; lest I risk waking her up if I lose control of my emotions again. I felt like I should thank her for taking care of me, but I didn't want to wake her up to just to say that. Slowly getting to my feet, I found a few blank papers on her desk. Quickly scribbling something down, I left it on the cushions she'd laid out for me and stealthily crept out of the room.

"Whoa, what the hell are you doing here?" a voice boomed from below as I started descending the stairs.

I sighed and slumped my shoulders. I guess there was no way of sneaking out without being noticed now.

"It's a long story," I responded flatly, briefly glancing at Dart as I made my way down. "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to Bec."

"Damn right, you didn't," Dart bellowed, though he didn't sound as though he was attacking me this time. "I would've killed you if you tried anything."

Okay, maybe he just didn't sound aggressive, but he was certainly saying the same things he normally would. "Whatever, I'm leaving now, anyway."

As I got to the bottom step, I realized that Dart was blocking my way. I wasn't really in the mood to get into a fight with him, especially considering he would probably beat me to a pulp, so I attempted to sidestep around him, only to have him step along with me. I thought he might have just been acting like his usual self, but it was starting to get old fast.

"Did you need something?" I asked in annoyance as I failed to step around him for the fourth time.

He didn't say anything at first, simply giving me a semi-intimidating look. I really couldn't care less if he was trying to scare me; I just wanted to go home and spend the rest of the day in bed…or the rest of my life…yeah, that sounds better…

"Si'down, kid, we need to talk," he ordered, pointing towards the kitchen. I rolled my eyes but complied with him; it wasn't like he was going to let me go if I refused.

"What do you want?" I groaned as I slumped into one of the chairs at the table. "If you're just going to harass me, then you can do that when we go back to school."

"Stop being such a little shit and listen, alright?" he growled, flicking an old crumb across the table at me. "Are you trying to lead my sister on?"

Normally I would have had some huge surprised reaction to that question, but today I just gave him a questionable look. "Why would I try to do something like that?" I grumbled.

"You tell me."

"Well, I'm not. She has a boyfriend, and I had a girlfriend."

"Had?"

"As of a little past midnight, yes, I had a girlfriend."

I watched as he slouched back in his chair, crossing his overly muscular arms in front of his chest as he exhaled deeply. I hardly imagine that he was concerned about my relationship at all, so I wasn't really sure what that reaction was all about. Regardless, my objective was to get this over with as quickly as possible and go home.

"I don't know what to think of all this," he muttered, giving me a hard look.

"I don't know what you were supposed to be thinking in the first place," I responded, focusing my attention on a random stain on the table.

"Sorry that I'm worried about Rebecca," he growled sarcastically, catching my attention slightly. "She doesn't need to get hurt by you screwing around with her. What, did you think that you could go after her right after you and that other chick broke up?!"

"It isn't like that," I said bitterly, turning away from him again. "I needed someone to talk to, okay? I know that real men like you wouldn't understand what it's like to need consolation, but us normal guys need it when bad things happen."

Before I knew what had happened, I found myself face-to-face with Dart glaring at me with such intensity that I literally began to fear for my life. He'd somehow managed to grab me by the shirt collar and pull me right over towards him across the table. I didn't have any words, and I wasn't sure what I'd said to anger him.

"Don't ever talk to me like that, you hear?" he snarled, practically steaming from the ears. "You have no idea what it's like to need moral support when things go wrong. You're just a naïve little kid who thinks that a breakup is the worst thing in the world. Try being forced into adulthood in a month and then you can talk down to me."

I coughed as he practically threw me back into my chair across the table. Geez, what the hell set him off?!

"What's your problem?!" I shouted, eliciting the most emotion that I probably would all day. "I'm already down on my luck, so I'd rather you not treat me like crap."

"Ah, shut up and quit whining," he fired back without a hint of remorse. "Look, the point is that I don't want you wrecking my sister's life. Don't go leading her on."

I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to figure out what he was trying to get through to me. "You said that before, but you still haven't told me why you're under the impression I was leading her on. How could I lead her on when she has a boyfriend?!"

Dart took a moment to calm himself, sinking back into a comfortable position on his chair. "Believe it or not, I'm usually one of the first people she comes to when she wants to talk. I don't usually care too much about what she says, but one thing I've noticed is that you tend to come up quite a bit every time she's talking about whatever."

"So? I have been one of her best friends since we were kids. Wouldn't it make sense that I'd be one of the people who comes up more often than not?"

"It's not all of her close friends; just you."

"That still doesn't mean anything."

"She doesn't even talk about Wil as much as you."

"He's been away for the past month or so."

"Oh, give it a rest, will ya?" he said, obviously a bit frustrated by all my short comebacks. "You said it yourself, she has a boyfriend, so why the hell do you think she would be talking about you more than him?"

It would almost be funny if the topic weren't so weird and with Dart of all people. "Get real, Dart. You're forcing there to be a reason why she's doing what she's doing. Besides the fact that I had a girlfriend for just as long as she's been with Wil, she and I were also fighting for a long time." Standing from my chair, I started walking towards the front door. "I don't want to deal with any of this crap right now, okay? Anything you've made up is all in your head."

I could hear him get up and follow me to the door, but I was thankful that he didn't actually do anything to keep me from leaving this time. Slipping on my shoes, I opened the door and did up my jacket as the wall of cool air hit me.

"It's not all in my head," Dart's voice muttered as I was about to step out the door. Turning back to glance at him, he wasn't even looking at me, but leaning against the wall as if he were speaking to himself. "If you want proof, ask her about the night in the hospital."

I stopped briefly to remember the way she had acted that morning and the following week. I almost opened my mouth to ask Dart, but stopped when I figured that he wouldn't tell me; otherwise he wouldn't have told me to ask Bec about it. Turning back outside, I closed the door behind me and slowly made my way home through the snow.

I didn't expect to have two green girls on my mind today, but somehow my best friend had usurped L'Arachel's spot in my thoughts, and I was constantly switching back and forth between both of them for the entire day. If Dart's plan was to get me thinking, then he'd definitely succeeded.

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School… I did not want to be back here.

After going through the crowded process of retrieving our schedules for the new semester, I felt too out of it to even bother checking what classes I had. Mia and Rebecca were busy scouring over each other's, so it gave me a moment to space out. I was really hoping that I wouldn't end up in any classes with L'Arachel. Last semester was really coincidental that I'd ended up in so many classes with friends, considering how huge the school is, but I was hoping that it would be more regular this time around.

"Knock, knock," Mia laughed, knocking on my head as she said each word. "So what classes did you get this time?"

"Huh? Oh, I haven't checked," I responded automatically. Holding up the papers so that all three of us could look at them, we checked to see if there were any intersecting classes.

"Damn, only fourth period," Mia said dejectedly. "What class is that…physics?! What the-, I didn't sign up for physics! Ugh, noooo!"

Somehow she always seems to make a scene during the first day of a new semester, even though she already gets enough attention from her loud personality.

"Heehee, well, if you drop it, then you won't have any classes with us," Rebecca giggled, pointing to show that she was also in our physics class. "Looks like you're stuck with me again, Eddie."

"Gross," I joked, though it was tough to keep a smile as I looked at the rest of her schedule. "We have socials right before that, too. No morning classes, though."

She just shrugged and kept smiling. I knew she was trying to cheer me up, but it was too soon for me to start feeling completely better. It would definitely take a couple weeks at the very least. That's also assuming I don't end up in any of L'Arachel's classes. I'd rather not see her every day while we have this whole thing going on.

We had some spare time before we actually had to go to our first class, so the three of us started walking around to find some of our other friends. I let the girls take the lead, as I probably would have just gotten us lost while I wandered with my head in the clouds. Every light-green-haired girl I spotted gave me a mini panic attack, and I had to force myself not to veer off in the opposite direction whenever one came into view.

When we managed to break through the crowds and into the main foyer of the school, we found Leo and a bunch of the others all sitting around a table off to the side. Everyone seemed too busy looking at each other's schedules to notice us until we were right up there with the group.

"Let's see what you've got, Eddie," Leo said, stepping beside me to look at our schedules.

"Yeah, me too!" Nino said, bouncing up beside me.

"Uh, Nino? You're a grade below us, so we won't have any classes together…" Leo stated logically.

"Oh…right…"

Usually, I would have laughed, but again it was one of those times when I just couldn't do it, and forcing myself probably wouldn't make the situation any better. It didn't seem to matter, though, as Leo and Nino sort of ignored my reaction, or rather lack thereof. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone took it easy on me for a while; they all knew what happened. In truth, I'd rather they treat me the same as always, but there isn't much I can do since I know they'll act a little different subconsciously.

"Math in second and physics in fourth," Leo said breathily. "I'm not too big on math-type stuff, so you're probably gonna be helping me out a lot."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied offhandedly, looking at the one class I didn't seem to share with anyone in first period.

Art.

It was a strange sense of déjà vu to see that class there again. I hardly even remember choosing it, but I must have if I was in it. Still, art was where I first met L'Arachel for real, and I was beginning to dread the thought of if we happened to end up in that class together again. I mean, the only reason we really talked the first time around was because neither of us had friends in the class, but what would happen if that were the case again? I'm open to meeting new people, but everyone else already knew at least one other person last time, unlike the two of us.

Then again, she only took it last year because she didn't know what else to take. If anything, we were more likely to end up in math or socials together, so the worst that might happen would be me ending up in art by myself. Yeah, I'll cross my fingers for that.

After looking at everyone else's schedules and finding that I wasn't in any classes with them, I started heading off to the art room when the bell rang. As expected, I didn't recognize any of the people that were in the room before me, so I took a seat by myself towards the back. For now, I was okay with being alone; I'd rather use this class to slack off and have time to think, anyway.

As the first few minutes went by, I found myself contemplating the idea of L'Arachel ending up in this class. More people filed into the room, but I struggled to even put names to most of their faces. If I really did end up in a situation where she was in this class too, I'm pretty positive we'd somehow get stuck together. I mean, Murphy's Law has always been pretty particular about screwing with me, so I'm almost expecting something bad to happen at this point.

I flinched every time a girl with light green hair entered or even walked past the doorway. It was incredibly stupid of me to be so jumpy about this, but I really don't know what would happen if I were forced to see her all the time now. I'm disciplined enough to keep from breaking down at school, but I won't lie, I've been an absolute wreck at home. I shouldn't be so torn up, either; we were only together for four months! Gah, I'm such a wuss…

I sighed as the second bell went and the teacher walked in. I'm not sure whether the sigh was out of relief that L'Arachel wasn't in my class or if I was disappointed that I didn't know anyone. I wasn't expecting to know anyone, but it was still a weird feeling knowing that everyone was a stranger. Regardless, as long as I can be alone with my thoughts, I'm okay with not knowing any of my classmates. Getting to know some of them would probably be a good idea, but I'm not really in the right mindset to do so, and now is the most opportune time. Basically I'll have to deal with being a loner…

As the art teacher, Limstella, silently wrote her name on the whiteboard, the last few stragglers crept into the classroom. I tensed a bit as a familiar girl walked in with them, noticed me, and came to sit by me. Honestly, I don't know if the situation just got weirder or better.

"Hey," Tana whispered plainly as she put her things down next to me.

"Hi," I said plainly, not bothering to look at her.

The atmosphere felt somewhat constrained and awkward when Limstella turned around to address us. I had a different art teacher last year, so I had no idea what to expect with this teacher, but my only assumption is that she's one of those eccentric, weirdo, artsy types. She hardly spoke while she was speaking…if that makes any sense…and every word that left her mouth was monotone and dry, making the room oddly quiet. I had hoped that she might talk more so that I wouldn't feel weirder than I already was, but such was not the case.

I noticed Tana slightly turn her head towards me every few seconds, but she always seemed to reconsider and turn to the front again. I couldn't be sure what she would want to tell me, but I wasn't going to start the conversation. I was still trying to figure out if having her here was a good thing or not. In a sense, she would be someone I could vent to, seeing as she was right there with me when the whole thing happened, but at the same time I don't know if that would be a good idea, considering she's more L'Arachel's friend than mine…

Given that it's the first day, there wasn't any real work for us to do, so Limstella just gave us the class to do some sketches so she could see what our artistic abilities were like. The room started to buzz with the regular hum of chatter as people started grouping off with their friends. I suppose Tana didn't know anyone either, seeing as she stuck with me instead of going with another group.

"I, um…" she said a few minutes after we'd started our sketches. "Are you… How are you doing, Eddie?"

I glanced up from my randomly sketched lines to look at her. I guess I should have expected she might ask something like that. Even if she didn't really care (which she might not), she's nice enough to ask out of courtesy.

"I've been better," I said plainly, going back to my sketches.

"Oh," she said a little deflated. "I guess that's to be expected… I just…I feel kind of bad for what happened…"

"Why? It's not like you did anything wrong."

"I know, but…I feel like I could have done something…right, if that makes any sense."

"Kind of, but I'm not following."

She looked out the window as she thought of a way to explain. I didn't have a reason to blame her for what happened, and I don't think anyone would have done anything to make her think she was at fault, so this pseudo-apology seemed unnecessary. Thoughtful, yes, but still unnecessary.

"Well, it's like… Innes told me that he didn't know you two were dating, which is why he kissed L'Arachel. I felt bad since I knew, but I guess I never said anything about it."

I shrugged as she looked to me for what I assume was reassurance. "I don't blame you, so you don't need to feel bad about it. It's definitely on L'Arachel, and despite being such a genius, your brother is kind of dense when it comes to reading subtext. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have spent an entire week complaining about me if we were only friends."

"That's true," she said with a slight smile. "He's all book smarts and really bad at reading people's feelings." She paused for a moment, the smile on her face melting into another troubled expression. "Are you…sure you're okay?"

I tried to keep focused on the randomly scrawled lines on my page, doing whatever I thought might help me to get rid of the stress. Beneath what I'm hoping was a convincing front for a straight facial expression I was clenching my jaws down hard. The last thing I wanted to do was show everyone how much I was hurting. How could I? It wasn't like I got dumped, and, given our positions on the school's social ladder, I'm sure more people would be willing to take L'Arachel's side over mine. She's been popular since day one, after all, and I'm still just a faceless person with a regular group of friends that don't really have a clique name. I should feel lucky that Tana is on my side, seeing as she's L'Arachel's friend!

"I…I'll be fine," I managed to say while restraining myself from crying out. "As long as no one makes a big deal out of this whole thing, I don't think it'll be too long before I'm back to normal. Besides, I figured you would be more concerned about L'Arachel than me."

"I…guess I would be lying if I said I wasn't," she spoke quietly, going back to shading something with her pencil, "but I can't really pretend like she's the only one sulking. If I have to see you every day for the rest of the semester, I might as well make sure you're okay too, right?"

I don't think she'd meant to word it like I was just an afterthought, but it's not like I didn't expect to be the afterthought. I'm sure that she probably wouldn't be saying anything to me if we didn't have class together or she knew someone else in here. I guess I'm lucky that she's being this nice about it. I can't even imagine what this would be like if it were Serra or Feena instead…

"You know, it's weird, but I kind of assumed you would just take her side. Isn't that what girls usually do?"

"Do we? I've never thought about it," she mused, continuing to make her sketch more elaborate. "I suppose I would have if things hadn't happened exactly the way they did. I probably would have assumed I was misunderstanding and jumping to conclusions if I saw her…with some other guy, but it's because it was Innes…"

Her sentence trailed off a bit, not that I was unhappy that it did. I wasn't feeling great about a retelling of what happened, so the fact that she stopped was fine by me; welcomed, in fact.

"It'll probably sound weird if I ask this," I said mechanically after a moment of silence between us, "but…how is she holding up?"

Tana quickly glanced up at me, though I was keeping my eyes down on the paper. I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye as I asked the question.

"Let's just say…" she worded slowly, carefully trying to find a way to explain without causing me any grief, "she's…not as good as you are at hiding how upset she is."

Well, if that's the case, then apparently I'm not nearly as good at hiding it as I thought. Still, that didn't make me feel less guilty, considering I already knew that she probably wasn't her normal, bubbly self. I couldn't even picture L'Arachel walking around the school like a puffy-eyed zombie. It wasn't something I really wanted to see, either.

"I don't know what's so special about me," I thought aloud, not caring how Tana might react. "I'm not especially good at anything, and it's not like I'm her first boyfriend. She's probably going to get over this quicker than I will."

"I don't think you get how much she liked you," Tana stopped her sketching to look up at me again. "She obviously had her reasons for liking you, and no other guy has ever made her change the way you got her to. It's like she was a completely different person after you guys started dating."

"I don't know if saying that she changed herself for me is necessarily a good thing. She could have been herself and it wouldn't have made a difference."

"You're missing the point. What I'm saying is that you keep treating it like she'll be fine because she has more dating experience than you, but considering how different she was with you than all the other guys, you might as well have been her first boyfriend."

The end of the lead on my pencil broke as I tensed too much and pressed it right into the table. Shakily getting out a sharpener, I tried to ease the tension out of my fingers as I twisted the wooden pencil around a couple of times. Tana didn't continue with what she was saying, realizing that she'd hit a nerve by saying all that. And she really had; it was taking all my mental strength to restrain myself from letting my anger and sadness let loose.

When I'd managed to relax some of my nerves, I carefully set the sharpener back down and went back to my sketching. "I doubt you were trying to get me to," I said a bit sharply, "but I'm not planning on getting back with her anytime soon, if at all."

"I wasn't," she promised, looking out the window again as she finished up her sketch. "If you want my advice, I actually think you should both go date other people. Not right away or as rebounds or something like that, but once you're over this depressing stage. At least it'll give you a sort of outlook on how you feel about each other with other people."

"See, the thing is that she could go date someone else right now and I wouldn't care all that much. I know I might not seem like it, especially with all the stuff I've been saying, but I'm not torn up about being apart from her. What upsets me is that she was with another guy while she and I were together already, so seeing her with someone else would hardly make it any worse."

"…I can't tell if you're trying to act cool or if you actually feel that way…"

"If I'm being honest, I think it's about half and half. I think I'd be more surprised than upset if she suddenly got together with some guy; that is, assuming she's as upset as I'm imagining she is."

The blue-haired girl just nodded a little bit as she continued staring out the window with her chin resting on her palm. At that point, it seemed as though we'd milked the conversation for all it was worth, so I got to work on making my random lines into something resembling art.

Even though it was an elective course on the first day, time seemed to slow to a crawl as I erased some of the graphite mess I'd made on the page. It seemed as though Tana didn't have anything further to speak about, though I wasn't complaining about that. I felt pretty relieved to stop talking about L'Arachel's feelings and all that crap. That isn't exactly what I'd call my idea of a fun morning. Of course, now that neither of us was talking, I couldn't stop replaying our conversation over in my head.

"I don't think you get how much she liked you."
"You should both go date other people."

"It's not all in my head. If you want proof, ask her about the night in the hospital."

I shook my head vigourously as that random line from my conversation with Dart resurfaced. Of course that would come up right after the thought of dating other people occurred. I think my brain is just being stupid; why would I even imagine asking Bec out? It wouldn't even make sense; she has a boyfriend! Besides…I'm not ready to start seeing someone right now, let alone my taken best friend.

What I needed right now was some advice. I don't even know what I need advice on exactly, but it would be nice just to get some. I feel so flustered; I'm like an emotional girl, except that I'm bottling up my feelings so that no one has to see what a mess I am. I bet Leo would have some random advice for me, though he'll probably give it to me in some smart-ass way like he always does. Still, smart-ass advice is better than no advice, and he's probably the only person I can really go talk to about stuff like this.

When the bell finally rang to signal the end of first period, I gratefully began putting my things away. I wasn't looking forward to math, but this just meant that I was one block closer to getting out of this place. At least when I'm home I can stop putting on this front as if I'm only a little depressed.

"Oh," Tana said just as I was about to leave. "I forgot to tell you, but Innes said that those tests for applying to get into Valm Academy are happening next week…if you want to apply, anyway. I think you get to skip any period to write it, as long as you get it done before the end of the day."

"Uh…okay?" I returned confusedly. "And what makes you think I would want to apply to some school for talented rich kids?"

She shrugged, though she seemed to a bit uncomfortable as she pieced together the next few words. "Well…I know you said you're okay, and you'll probably be completely over all of this by the time next school year starts up, but…if you wanted to start fresh somewhere else…"

I couldn't deny that the idea sounded pretty tempting at the moment. I would be able to start over and leave anything I didn't want to deal with behind. It's a childish, immature way to look at the situation, but the idea of being able to start with a clean slate was definitely interesting. However, I know that I would have to work my ass off if I want to show that I'm good enough to get into a place like that. With my average grades and unspectacular athletic and artistic ability, there's no way I'd get accepted as is. I doubt even a week of nothing but study would help much, assuming I'd even be able to concentrate on that the way I am right now.

Saying only that I'd think about it, I left the room and started heading off for my next class. Maybe I could talk about it with Leo, but knowing him, he'll end up telling me not to do it. I know perfectly well that leaving behind a crapload of good times and friends over a relationship that only lasted a few months is completely stupid. Even if I were to magically get in, I don't know if I would want to leave my friends behind.

Besides, where would I be without Leo and Rebecca?

Edward and Dart's support level reaches C rank! Edward and Tana's support level reaches C rank! Even though it didn't happen in this chapter, Leo and everyone's support level is already at SSSSSSSS rank!

Yeah, I don't know if I'd call this chapter a filler, since I think it was important for Eddie to have those conversations. If you're confused by the randomness of whom he ended up talking to, your confusion is justified. At first I was just gonna play it safe and have the typical Leo and Rebecca combo, but then I figured I should try something a little different. I think it turned out better with these two than it would have with Leo and Rebecca anyway! The only thing I was iffy about was that I don't know if I captured Eddie's feelings well enough throughout. There were definitely small sections where I laid it on heavily, but it seemed kind of sparse and meh in other spots. Then again, I'm sure my WiH followers didn't want another repeat of Isaac's depression through Eddie. Writing that much depression was absolutely brutal…

So, like I said before, this story is in what I'll call the final section, but I think there are probably still a number of chapters before the end. I would give you an estimate, but I honestly have no idea. If you simply must have a number, it's likely to be between four to ten more chapters, but ten is really pushing it. Four doesn't seem like a lot, but things are starting to pick up a bit of speed, so it's possible. Whatever, don't hold me to any of this because I have no clue lol.

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