"What's wrong, Brother?" Marron asked, watching from afar as Carrot threw his
clothes into a suitcase. "Where are you going?"

"Far, far away. I don't want to be here. I'm just...taking a vacation." Carrot
answered through clenched teeth.

"What about the wedding?" Marron asked. Carrot halted. "I don't want to be a
part of it." Marron sat next to him, never changing his calm disposition.

"Brother, you're just upset. Stop." Marron commanded in a tranquil voice,
putting his hand on Carrot's suitcase to stop him. "Stay." Carrot looked at Marron, then
nodded.

"I don't know what to do. Tira's mad at me and Chocolat thinks I love her."
Marron nodded, listening. "I think you hooked up with Chocolat out of resentment. Now
you have to deal with her." Carrot groaned. "Some advice."


Carrot knocked on the penthouse door of the large building. He clenched the
flowers in his hand, which was sweating. 'I have to apologize...' he thought as he waited
for someone to answer the door.

He heard some incoherent yelling. A man's voice. After waiting a few minutes,
Carrot decided he must not have the right house, and he turned. Then he heard the
doorknob rattle.

Tira stood in the doorway with a white tank top and blue jeans. Her hair was up,
and she looked as if she had just finished cleaning. Her glasses were not resting on her
dainty nose as usual, so Carrot could see her red eyes. Well, one at least.

"Tira, what happened to your eye?" Carrot asked has he reached his hand out to
touch it gently. Tira flinched when he touched her black eye.

"I was cleaning and I slipped on a puddle. My face hit a chair." Carrot looked at
her in distress. "I'm fine." She insisted.

Carrot looked down and realized he had brought flowers. "Oh, these are for you.
Sorry about the other day." She smiled, something she rarely did, and this made Carrot
grin.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the doorway. The veins in his neck were popping
out. "Carrot." He greeted. Carrot nodded in his direction, and noticed Tira cower in his
presence. Carrot said his goodbyes, and proceeded home in a curious state.