A/N: Thanks so much for enjoying yesterday's double update and leaving a review, ATK1734 and Lumina! ^^ We'll definitely touch a bit more on Cloud's situation today, but it won't become clear in just one chapter. I did my best to make it interesting nonetheless. Enjoy! :)

CHAPTER XXI.

Fragile Hearts

Lightning

I came back to an empty room, with a sticky note pasted on the door. I peeled it off and read it out loud, "Staying out tonight. Love you. Tifa." The room fell silent again, and I wasn't sure if I was glad I was alone - or the opposite.

I sighed, throwing the note into a drawer on my desk as I slipped out of my clothes. I stayed under the hot water for a while, placing my hand on the wall and leaning against it, eyes closed. I held a gun again today… after so long. When I left my old life behind, I thought I'd never need to use one again for the rest of my life. And that too, not in this way… shooting a bunch of assassins hired by a drug cartel, chasing my boyfriend's little brother, whose family happens to own an even bigger, multimillionaire drug cartel.

I didn't bother to dry my hair, throwing my clothes in the laundry basket as I changed into pajamas. I grabbed the clothes from the last wash, spread them out on the floor and started folding them one by one.

"I miss you."

I paused as his deep voice reverberated in my mind, and I was surprised that a sound produced from just my memory could make me feel this warm. I unlocked my phone with a swipe of my thumb, dialing the only number that I knew could comfort me.

"Hi, this is Cloud. You know what to do."

I listened to his answering machine a few times, finally exhaling deeply and throwing my phone away somewhere, out of sight. Once folded, I returned the clothes to my wardrobe, opening it to find Cloud's hoodie hanging in a corner. I never had a chance to give it back to him. I took it out, quickly throwing it on.

Pang.

I pushed back the discomfort in my chest, realizing that I needed to do something about my knuckles. I went to the bathroom, searched the cabinet and discovered a small first aid kit in there, opening it with a flick of my thumb. After spreading an ointment to soothe the broken skin, I grabbed a roll of white bandages, returning the first aid kit back to where I found it. I walked over to my bed slowly, my weight pulling me down towards it, a heaviness that was hard to explain. I sat on it, spreading my palm open, flexing it once, before starting to roll the bandage around my knuckles. The skin was raw, and it looked slightly swollen. I paused halfway into it, recalling the time when Cloud held my hand up to his lips, kissing it slowly.

"Farron, tell me how to fix it."

I recalled that specific memory, staring down dejectedly at my hands. I held myself back, placing my other hand on my stomach as I trembled, experiencing a strange grief. Loss. It felt like I was losing something, and I didn't know how to hold on to it, to stop it from slipping away this way.

"Come over here and fix it," I said to no one in particular. My eyes felt moist, and tears betrayed them before I could even realize. I finished bandaging my hand, wiping them quickly and straightening up my shoulders. "1...2...3…" I focused on Tifa's empty bed in front of me, stopping the count at ten as the anxiety subsided.

What the hell am I crying for… I thought bitterly, sighing as I fell back on my bed with a soft thud. I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep but nothing was working. After an entire hour I gave up, reaching for the drawer next to my bed. I took out Cloud's favorite album and played it. I climbed back to bed, turning away from the door and watching the darkness outside, save a single star shining rebelliously in the dark sky.

Cloud was a little like that, I thought, finally smiling. I had to remind myself of the words I had said to Yazoo. I was going to wait for Cloud, as long as it takes. I wanted him to come back here, knowing that me… and all our friends were waiting to welcome him back. God knows what he was going through right now, and the last thing he needed was picking up the pieces of my emotions.

I fell asleep listening to the soft melody, and when I woke up the clouds had cleared away, giving way to azure skies. Birds flew past my window, chirping happily as they welcomed the new day. I had to be like that. With a new purpose, I went for my morning run. After that I trained for several hours in the gym and took a shower there. It was noon when I got back, and I quickly drafted my to-do list.

Ah…. Ballad's rotten assignment, I remembered, putting it at the top. And taking Reno out for drinks… right, that too.

There was a knock on the door and Tifa walked in, looking exhausted. She was dressed up, wearing one of her many cute date outfits. "Hey roomie. I see you're working hard," she smiled and I let out a little chuckle, scanning her outfit.

"I can see you're doing the same. How's it going with the 'special friend'?" I teased. She pushed her hair back with both hands, stretching as she yawned, before throwing her bag on the floor next to her bed.

"It's nice. Lots of sex," she joked and I nodded.

"Are you getting him drunk and jumping him?" I joked back as she pulled out a set of clean clothes from her wardrobe.

"No, none of that. Thank god. He's really, really good in bed. And he doesn't make me feel like a criminal either," she reminded me of what I had said long ago, and it made me snort.

"Well, good to know things are sailing smoothly," I said as she stalled in front of the shower.

"Go for it, I'll still be here when you're done," I told her and she nodded in thanks, beaming at me before hurrying inside. I finished my list, sending a text to Reno.

How's tonight? 19:00 at the west gate.

Minutes later, my phone buzzed. That was fast.

Perfect, yo.

Time to change. I threw on a pair of black fitted jeans and a matching black turtleneck. I hung Cloud's hoodie back in the corner where it was, closing the wardrobe door shut softly. I went back to my desk and crossed 'drinks with Reno' off my list, opening the folder and scanning the assignment. Alright, let's get at least some of this done today.

Tifa came out after a while, yawning as she sat tiredly on her bed, crossing her legs.

"Are you okay?" She surprised me, and I didn't lift my eyes up from the paper in front of me.

"Of course, why?" I asked her casually.

"You know… Cloud's been gone for almost a month…" she reminded me carefully, and I set the paper down, nodding.

"I know, but… he said he'll be back soon, so I am going to wait for him," I told her and she showed me a look of surprise as well.

"Cloud… called?" Her crimson eyes looked a little sad. I thought the news would make her happy.

"Yeah… he called. Only for a few minutes, but he called. So… I have decided to focus on what I can do right now," I answered frankly.

"So that's it?" Her voice lost some of its usual high pitch. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Tifa, what's this really about?" I couldn't help but ask.

"No… it's just…" she bit down on her lower lip, shaking her head. "You're going to just wait?"

"What else should I do? Storm in there, guns blazing?" I said sarcastically, tossing the folder lightly on my desk. "I don't know much about his family, except that apparently Strife just became a major shareholder of a company he despises. All of his brothers hang out in fancy cars with armed bodyguards, and even Spiky is surrounded by them." I paused, sighing in exasperation. "I don't want to put him in a situation where he might resort to something stupid. And if I keep telling how I feel, I'll just leave no room for his emotions. He needs to be reassured a lot more than me - I have all of you right now and he's… he's... alone."

"Cloud's a coward… he'll run away, and he'll end up doing whatever his mother says to protect us. He's done this before," she said seriously, no trace of a smile on her face.

"He's not a coward," I corrected her, shooting up from my seat. My sudden movement startled her and she frowned. I began packing my things angrily. "He's the bravest person I know, you all are. Everything you have gone through… none of you is a damn coward. And if Strife has a savior complex, we need to be strong and show him we don't need saving. We need him to see we can fight by his side," I said coldly as I flung the bag over my shoulder.

Tifa smiled, looking away from me. Her smile didn't reach her eyes at all. "Maybe I didn't know Cloud at all… all this time…"

I sighed, gripping the strap of my bag as I tried to calm down. Why was I getting angry with Tifa? She was probably losing sleep worrying about the blonde. And her heart was in the right place.

"I don't think that's true. I just think all of you are too harsh on yourselves," I said calmly, walking over and sitting down on the bed next to her. "Tifa, you know why I consider you a friend? Because I know damn well that you'll never run away when it comes down to the actual fight. But I want to wait, I want to understand this situation fully first. I don't give a damn about his family - the guns or the guards. If that's what we need to do, I'll do it. I will storm in, guns blazing and all."

Tifa laughed, leaning her head against my shoulder. Her laugh faded, replaced with wet tears trickling down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose him."

"I know," I opened my palm as her fingers slipped in between mine. She squeezed my hand as we both looked out at the clear sky out of our window.

"I love him, Light. I'll always love him," she said in a voice above a whisper.

"I know," I leaned against her too as my shoulders relaxed. I felt no hostility towards Tifa, but a sadness spread over me. She said those three words easily, like it was natural. Maybe my feelings lost out to Tifa's in the end. Maybe I wasn't the right person for Strife.

"I am sorry. Saying this now… I know you guys are dating," she added apologetically.

"It's fine. I'm glad he's loved. He deserves it," I replied, trying to shake off the sadness. We stayed there for a while. After both of us had relaxed, I picked up my bag and said my goodbye.

I had a quick lunch with Hope, who was working on something with a deadly focus in the crowded cafe. Lunch was short and we both bought coffee after. I glanced at the mountain of paperwork spread on the small wooden table. "Need a hand with that?"

"No, it's fine. Thanks though," he smiled, taking a sip of his coffee as he rubbed his eyes.

"What is this?" I flipped through some of the vogue papers that had slipped away from their binding.

"I am applying for the student council president, so I need to think of reforms and stuff. And then start campaigning. It helps that there's no class - med school is a pain in the ass."

I chuckled, leaning over the table as I drank my coffee. "I can't believe you asked me to run for council president. There's no way I can do it. Anyway, if you need help with the elections, you know where to find me," I told him and he nodded in gratitude.

"That'll be great actually, thanks Light," he smiled at me and we both returned to our work. I took out Caius' assignment, working through it slowly. I evaluated my classes honestly, trying to articulate my reviews in a concise and clear manner. I wanted it to get the point across in the fewest words possible. I made a lot of progress but lost track of time. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was already half past six.

"I am going out now, but I'll be back later. Just text," I offered and Hope smirked at me.

"Memes?" He joked and I growled jokingly.

"NO memes," I enunciated each syllable and Hope laughed out loud.

"I'll pass on the message to the others. Well, have a nice dinner, Light," he waved at me in his usual friendly 'Hope' manner and I waved back before making my way to the west gate.

I slipped my hands into my pockets, remembering that I forgot my gloves back in the room. I still had time to make a quick run, but tiredness from last night prevented me from sprinting in the cold. I walked to the security office, rubbing my hands together as I entered the warm lobby.

"Hey, I was just about to head over," Reno was signing out. "No damn overtime today," he glared at Tseng who was sitting in his office, signing some papers. I chuckled. He scanned me, grinning widely.

"I see you dressed up for our date, yo," he said playfully.

"It's not a date and I assure you I put in zero effort," I shot back as Elena snickered in the background.

"Date with Farron… yeah right," she teased him and Reno pretended to raise his hand as if to smack her, but she jumped back laughing.

"Well, see you guys," I waved at Elena and Rude, walking out with Reno. I rubbed my hands, shivering slightly in the cold.

"I can warm those up for you," Reno offered and I bumped my shoulder against his.

"How about no? Where are you taking me?" I asked as we walked into a rather deserted street. "This looks creepy as hell," I flinched at the dimly lit alley, save some very tiny bars.

"It's a special kind of alley. There are mini-bars that accommodate only four to five people at a time, but it's really cool. I thought you'd appreciate it," he told me and I nodded, slipping my hands back in the pockets of my coat.

"Fine, impress me," I said casually and let him lead me into an establishment at the very end of the alley. It was a small bar, only a little more spacious than the room I shared with Tifa. The narrow entrance was so low that we both had to duck to get in. There were neon signs inside, and a clean, rustic natural brown and black design. It was very dark, with red and gold lanterns hanging outside, and warm lamps lighting up certain parts of the bar. There was no else there, save the single bartender who also happened to be the owner. I took a seat at the counter with Reno, dropping my bag on the floor.

"Hey Reno, good to see you again," the bartender called and Reno waved at him happily.

"Good to see you too. This is Farron, she works with me," Reno introduced me and I extended my hand to shake the old man's hand. His grip was quite rough, and he had a build that suggested he could seriously rough up an unwanted guest.

"I'll have the usual," Reno put his elbows up on the counter. He tilted his head towards me.

"Whiskey please, on the rocks," I told the bartender and he nodded, immediately preparing our drinks for us.

"Finally, huh?" Reno glanced at me with a smile.

"Sorry for the wait," I nodded at him, taking my drink from the bartender as it arrived. It was cold, but I enjoyed the taste immensely.

"How are things with golden boy, yo?" He teased and I nodded silently, taking another big gulp of my drink. I didn't know what to say. Not right away, anyway.

"Wow, to think I gave up on you. Should we date instead?" He suggested and I groaned in annoyance.

"Things are great. I just haven't seen him in a while," I admitted, swirling the liquid around before admiring the ambience of the place. "I didn't know you came to places like this." I tried to change the topic.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, yo," the grin never left his face. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out quickly, smiling as he typed out a quick reply. It perked up my curiosity. He noticed, sliding it back in his pocket. "It's just a girl I'm casually seeing. Nothing serious. You're the one I like," he said straightforwardly and my cheeks heated up in response.

"Right," I faced away from him, drinking some more. First Tifa and now this guy. Everyone was into the 'special friends' thing. And I used to think it was just Fang. "What's she like?" I asked as Reno gestured to the bartender for a refill. I drank the rest of the liquid and slid my now empty glass over the counter to him as well.

"Insanely hot, yo," he replied. What a typical male answer. I rolled my eyes but Reno just laughed. "What? I am telling you the truth. But don't worry. She's still into her ex and I'm still into you," he told me and I was forced to face him.

"I am dating Strife," I reminded him. Reno was a friend, and I didn't want to lead him on.

"I know, but I don't think he can make you happy." His words bothered me, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I don't think that's for you to decide," I snapped back. Reno waved his hand dismissively.

"Geez, calm down, yo." Our drinks came and he raised his glass. Our glasses came together with a clink, and Reno took a deep breath. "Farron, you realize… never mind," he said quickly and I looked into his eyes, determined.

"I do, but I am not going to end things with Strife. I am not letting anyone get in between us," my face felt warm, but I didn't break eye contact.

"You love him?" He asked me and the blood rushed straight to my face. I liked him, that was for sure. But love was different. I wasn't sure how we felt about each other. We had barely started dating when all of this happened. What was love anyway? Was it the next level - a state you automatically achieved when you were with someone for long enough? Was it what Tifa felt for Cloud? I didn't know the answer to such a complicated question.

"I don't know, but I know that he's the one I want. I am sorry," my voice was not as strict as it usually was, and I realized it even somewhat pained me to turn Reno down. He had helped me really understand my feelings for Strife, and he had been there for me.

"No mercy, huh?" He smiled warmly this time, not playfully like he usually did. "Fine, what the hell. I'm letting go of you," he shot down his glass. "But you need to keep me company till I drink away all my pain, yo," he said dramatically, the smirk sneaking back onto his face.

"Fine, but I'm tired of taking care of drunkards lately, so if you pass out you're sleeping on the street," I warned him and Reno just laughed out loud.

"You are just… something else," he sighed, looking away as we continued to drink silently for a while. Soft music played in the bar, and I tried my best not to think of the blonde. After some time, the door opened as a tall figure came in through the door. I didn't pay much attention to him but Reno tensed, reaching for his side and whipping out a gun.

What the hell?!

I threw my head back and immediately recognized the silver haired guy from yesterday. Reno jumped out of his seat, pointing his gun at the male. Yazoo already had his Nighthawk pointed at Reno and after seeing his aim yesterday, I knew he was not someone to provoke needlessly.

I stepped in between the boys. Reno growled, trying to pull me away as he grabbed my wrist, but I planted my feet firmly on the ground. "Farron, you don't know who he is!" He shouted but I broke out of his hold.

"Shut up, put your gun down!" I shouted back at Reno, before turning to the 19 year old. "You too, gun down, now."

Yazoo listened to me before Reno, securing his gun to the side and covering it with his long coat. "Why the hell are you armed anyway?" I snapped at Reno who was now lowering his weapon.

"I have a license…" he defended in a small voice and I growled angrily at him.

"License to be an idiot? Put it away, and I know who he is," I finished. "I am very sorry about this, sir," I apologized to the owner who had inched away from the counter, his back pressed against the case holding the liquor.

"How did you find me?" I asked as Yazoo looked at both of us.

"I have my ways," he said ambiguously, glancing towards Reno behind me. "Are you done here?" He asked indifferently.

"Hey, don't come in and crash peoples' dates!" Reno yelled. The driver from yesterday also stepped in behind Yazoo, crossing his hands in front of him, on standby.

"What's wrong?" I asked, meeting Yazoo's green eyes. They had the same unnaturally beautiful quality as Cloud's, and I wondered if he had been exposed to the drug as well.

"I am taking you to big brother. If you want. But we don't have much time." He spoke calmly, in a monotone that could almost lull someone to sleep. It took me a few seconds to understand the meaning of his words.

"What?" Reno asked, surprised by this turn of events. I was equally surprised, just trying not to show it as much as the redhead. What happened to waiting? I thought to myself as my body reached for my things on auto-pilot. I was jumping at the chance of seeing Cloud and I didn't even care if it was a trap. I turned to Reno, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried to find the words.

"Go," he said simply, smiling as our eyes met.

I nodded quickly, whipping out my wallet and sliding some notes over to the owner. "On me, I am the one who took you out, remember?" I said as Reno began to protest, but ended up smiling wider. He took a seat back at the counter as we left, and I threw one last glance his way, watching him return to his glass. Yazoo grabbed my hand, the three of us running out of the alley and onto the main road.

"Hurry," Yazoo pressed as the driver rushed to the front seat. The tall male held the door open for me, before sliding in the backseat of the limousine himself. "Step on it," his voice didn't have the least bit of urgency, maintaining its careless tone. Still, it somehow managed to alert the driver who almost jumped in his seat, nodded in the rear view mirror, and replied with a loud "Certainly, Master!" Yazoo leaned back, glancing at the watch on his hand.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, unable to understand his motives.

"You saved my life, I am paying back that debt. I don't like owing people anything. That is all," he said with his arms crossed across his chest. He noticed me shivering and took off his long, black leather gloves.

"Here," he handed them over to me gently. I refused with a shake of my head, but he took my hand and forced them in my palm. I took them quietly, slipping them on. These were probably the most comfortable gloves I had ever worn. The fabric hugged my fingers luxuriously, like it was designed to spoil its owner. I flexed my fingers inside them in awe.

"Try holding this," he surprised me by pulling out the Deagle I had fired yesterday and handing it over to me. I gripped the weapon and my eyes widened in surprise.

"The grip feels even better," I appreciated the gloves as Yazoo began to load bullets into a Nighthawk identical to his other one. "Please tell me we're not going in, guns blazing?" So much for my lecture to Tifa. Lighting, you hypocrite.

Yazoo raised an eyebrow, flipping some of his long silky hair back with a gentle jerk of his neck. "Do you think I am stupid?" He asked rhetorically as he fit a silencer on his gun. "Don't fire, that Deagle is too loud. I'll do the firing if we need it," he told me and I nodded quickly. I didn't even know where I was going, so it was best to trust him for now. And if this was a trap, I was already in too deep.

We were driving quite far from the city and I was starting to get worried, but I just readied the weapon, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. What an adventure… and I thought yesterday was crazy. We stopped in front of a five star hotel, and I got out of the limousine quickly. Yazoo adjusted his long coat, waiting for his driver to hand the vehicle to the valet. I suspected that his driver was also his bodyguard. We walked into the lobby and the full body scanner began beeping furiously.

I knew it… we were walking in, guns blazing. Damn it!

I gripped my weapon tighter nervously, but nothing happened. A suited man came running up to us, his eyes studying me with interest before turning back to Yazoo. "Young Master, we weren't expecting you."

"Where's older brother?" He asked like he couldn't be bothered. The lack of emotion in his voice was fascinating, and I thought I controlled my emotions well. It was actually impressive.

"But there are orders not to send anyone th-through," the man cowered in front of the silver haired male.

"Do you know who I am or should I remind you?" He said icily and the man almost jumped. "And turn off the CCTVs."

"R-Right this way." He issued the order to turn off all cameras in the building to another employee as he led us to the top floor of the hotel, which was 50 floors high. I was wondering if the blonde was okay up here, knowing his fear of heights. The elevator opened with a ding as the four of us exited it, and the man stopped right outside. "I am sorry, I am not authorized to proceed beyond here," he informed us and Yazoo nodded. As the man turned around, Yazoo grabbed his collar and hoisted him up with one hand and I was shocked at his strength - for a slim teenager that is. He didn't even need to glare - the man was already terrified.

"If any of my brothers hear about this, your family will hear personally from me," he threatened with an even tone. The man nervously nodded, promising to keep his silence. Yazoo threw him into the elevator.

"Guns blazing, here we go," he joked as I held onto my Deagle in case we needed it. There was only one room on this floor. "Big brother's here, I can only get you a few minutes in there. When I knock, you need to come out at once," he told me quietly as our presence alerted the twenty something guards on the floor.

"I need to see big brother," he stopped coolly in front of the door. The guard blocked him, the others closing in on us as well.

"Sir, we are under strict orders not to let anyone through," he told Yazoo, straightening his sunglasses. Yazoo pulled out his Nighthawk, and the guard raised his own gun at him.

"Oi, oi! Put your gun down," another guard warned him.

"I see. I think I have grown soft," Yazoo stepped away from the male, and shot him in the hand before any of us could even blink - his eyes had never even left the guard's. The guard growled in pain, falling on the floor as his gun flew out of his hand and landed on the carpeted floor.

What's he doing?!

"You dogs… raising your weapon at me…" his tone finally had a dangerous ring to it, losing its aloof quality. "I think I need to remind you who I am," he shot the same man again first in the shoulder and then in both legs, this time too, without looking back.

"Who's next?" Yazoo stopped in front of the door as he threw a glance around. None of the guards stepped forward, everyone frozen where they stood. Even I was taken aback by the extreme change in his demeanor. "Open this damn door, will you?" He said in a bored tone as one guard rushed forward, tapping the card key onto the electronic lock. A short tune indicated that the door was unlocked.

"Go," he opened the door and pushed me inside, closing it again.

The blonde was standing close to the door, probably listening in to the commotion. Yazoo's push sent me straight into him, and Cloud's arms wrapped around me tightly as we both stumbled back.

"Farron, what the hell?" Cloud tried to break the hug but I used all my strength to keep him there, holding onto him like any second away from him would kill me.

"Just… give me a minute," I said as I listened to his heartbeat, trying to contain the flood of emotions I was experiencing in the moment. I took a deep breath and tried to move away, but this time it was Cloud who held onto me, tightening his arms around me.

"I missed you," he spoke directly into my ear. When we pulled away, I was glad to finally look into his cerulean blue eyes.

"I missed you," I repeated as he extended his hands towards me and I held them, both of us taking a step closer as we stared into each other's eyes. "Strife, I… I don't have much time," I explained.

"How did you even get in here? I heard a gunshot just now," His eyes were brimming with worry.

"Yazoo," I replied as Cloud's concern only intensified.

"What? Farron, he's dangerous!" Cloud scolded me but I wasn't going to get into an argument with him right now.

"He's the same age as Serah," I reminded him, shaking my head. "That's not what's important. You said you'll be back soon, but then the announcement happened. Are you coming back?"

"So you know about that…" he said in a small voice. His eyes were frustrated and tired. His face had lost color, and he looked thinner than before. There were lines of stress on his forehead, bags under his eyes. His spiky hair was disheveled. "I…" he started, pausing as he let go of my hands. "I can't," he finally said after what felt like an eternity.

"Can't come back?" I asked, panic hitting me with a force that made me physically take a step back.

"Yeah. I am sorry, Farron. My life's never been my own to begin with," he said in a defeated voice and anger stirred inside me.

"You're leaving…" I realized as I noticed his luggage sitting in a corner of the room. "How long?" I asked, trying to stay as collected as possible.

"Several years, I don't know. Mother will decide," he told me, unable to look me in the eyes.

"Fine, I'll wait. So come back," I tried, even though I knew that a month apart from him had already made me like this.

"Farron," his fingers ran through my hair, hand cupping my cheek as he faced me. "Listen to me. I can't-" I interrupted him with a loud growl, and both his hands withdrew from me on reflex.

"No, Strife, you listen. You can't just up and leave without explaining anything. I don't care how bad at is. At least tell me, let me in," I pushed back, hoping that it would get through.

Cloud chuckled, holding up my hand and kissing it. I gripped his fingers, unrelenting, unable to let go.

"Farron…," he exhaled slowly as his smile disappeared. His eyes showed me an emotion I had never seen before. There was no feeling in his eyes, like someone had reached deep inside and pulled everything out of him. Like they had emptied him. His lips parted as he let go of my hand, taking a step back. He just stared at me lifelessly and I didn't know what to do.

"How do I fix this?" I repeated his words back to him. "I hate seeing you like this. Tell me how to fix it," I fought back a combination of tears and rage as I heard a knock from the door.

"Time to go," Yazoo's voice cut off by the thick door and I barely heard it.

"Let me go," he finally replied, turning his back to me.

"Let's break up."

A/N: And it's a wrap! Already working on the next update. Thank you for sticking with this story! ^^