A/N: Yups, Jazzywolf. That's why he did it...you're smaaaart. Ohhhh my gawd this story is almost finished...just one more chapter left. But I'm thinking of working on a sequel...do you guys think that I should?

This chapter is dedicated to jazzywolf. Thanks for following this story and reviewing so much. I appreciate it lots!!!!!

Licia looked around at the little pavilion overlooking the sea. No wonder...he was bringing us here all the time! He stood there- at the other end of the pavilion. Solacido, with his green hair and green eyes.

Beside Licia stood Musica, his brows furrowed in fury. Licia and him were both panting. "Why...here?" Musica panted out. His fists were clenched and the necklace with the silver skull dangled on his chest. Licia shivered.

His rages scare me more than Solacido does.

Solacido was staring the sea, his face unbelievably calm. Licia watched him warily. His moods flitted about so much it was difficult to predict his next move. He could be grabbing her by the throat again. Absently, her hands went protectively to her neck.

It had been horrible, not being able to breathe, choking and flailing about looking for escape. I guess I owe Musica one, she admitted grudgingly.

"She...told me...'Let's get out of here and see the world. I want to see the world with you!'". Solacido's voice sounded...sad. Anguished, actually. But it was still quiet, and Licia strained to hear. She took a step forward. "Musica gasped loudly, and Licia turned to look at him. His face was white, and he sank to his knees. "You? You?"

Solacido ignored the incredulous exclamation. But then she said, no. Let's leave tomorrow night. I panicked. She didn't love me. She wanted to stay with Musica for their bloody anniversary. I poured a little bit of that-that poison into her wine while she wasn't looking."

Licia's bemused head flipped back and forth between Solacido and Musica. Musica was still gazing at Solacido in a stricken manner; she couldn't understand what had made Musica lose his composure that quickly. Solacido was still staring out to sea, and his voice was bland now.

"Who? Who're you talking about? Musica? Solacido?" Licia's voice conveyed her confusion.

But neither of them replied. Musica still gaped at Solacido. "But...why did you kill ..." He trailed off.

Solacido spun around and glared at Musica. "Because I was a goddamn bastard and I didn't believe her, ok? I didn't believe that Melodia loved me! It all happened in one night! How could I? No, I just thought she was drunk, and that she still loved you. I had to kill her...even though I loved her like..." Solacido's voice broke.

Licia felt dizzy. "I thought...Musica was the one who loved Melodia!" she said faintly.

"That's no reason for you to kill her!" Musica snapped, clutching his shoulder.

"Remi loved you. I knew Remi did. She never told me, but I'm her brother...I knew. And my sister always gets what she wants. Always! So I killed Melodia! I even saw some letters Melodia was writing you! I thought that if Melodia was dead, you'd eventually come to love Remi! But then I found out Licia loved you..."

"Did not," Licia muttered sulkily. But the comment had no real heat.

"So I knew she had to be gotten out of the way as well. And tonight was perfect for it." Solacido gazed at them calmly.

Licia couldn't think of anything to say. I guess...Remi did kill Melodia, in a way. Oh, Rave...

"Oh, Rave..." Musica whispered.

Solacido walked back to the railing once more. "So here I am now. No love, no weapon...I haven't even granted Remi her wish. My sister always gets what she wants..." His voice was a hollow echo of what it had once been- a deep, warm voice.

Images flashed through Licia's mind; images of Solacido laughing, Solacido baking, Solacido even trying to sing. And there Solacido stood in front of her. A ghost of the man he had been; a more sinister shadow.

She let out shuddering breath.

"This is all just a really bad nightmare...right? I should wake up," she said shakily.

"I'm going to sleep. To sleep. To be with Melodia at last; how she has haunted my sleep these past nights. And she always tells me she loves me..." Solacido sounded increasingly frenzied. "I love you Solacido. I love you. I love you."

Silence. Only the waves could be heard lapping at the rocks below.

"Goodnight," Solacido murmured. "Yes...sleep at last."

His white knuckles releasing their grip on the railings and his sudden grab of it again clued Licia in on his plan, not to mention his words. "Solacido!!" she shrieked out, lurching forwards.

But not fast enough.

In one swift move, Solacido had pushed himself deftly over the railing, plunging eagerly to meet the deadly rocks below.

Licia reached the railing, gazing numbly down at a falling Solacido. His eyes are closed...he looks so peaceful....

Seconds before a splash came, Licia fell over in a faint. She never watched him hit the bottom.

Musica could only watch as everything happened in front of him too quickly, and too slowly. As Licia hurtled forwards, he rose to his feet to run after her. It was too late to help Solacido.

Musica felt as if he were running in slow motion, as Licia fainted just before he heard the crash and splash that confirmed Solacido's death. Throwing himself forwards. He caught Licia just before she could hit the ground.

Oh, Rave.

He himself wobbled unsteadily while clutching a rag-doll Licia. It was too much to take in so fast. Too much...He sank wearily down onto the stone ground, almost cradling a limp Licia.

He. He was Solacido. He killed her. And almost took Licia as well...Musica gripped Licia harder. He felt her wrist for a pulse, and luckily, there was one. She'd only fainted...

There was something clutched tightly in her hand, though. Musica untangled her fingers from the scroll of paper carefully, trying not to rip it. Opening it out and smoothing the wrinkles, he began to read. It was a letter, addressed to him.

Licia stirred. I knew it was all just a dream...it felt so real. I can almost feel my lip stinging. She laughed nervously, keeping her eyes shut firmly. Her pillow felt...odd. And her bed felt hard.

She blinked. And looked straight up at a dark sky.

It wasn't a dream. Licia could have wept. She sat straight up, and looked around nervously. I fainted...so much for not being a damsel in distress. Looking behind, she saw Musica. He was my pillow? Musica was watching her with an odd look on his face.

Scrambling to her knees, she clutched the collar of Musica shirt hopefully. "Solacido..." she began. If only he'd tell me that Solacido is still alive, that he didn't kill Melodia. Rave, why can't he just tell me that Melodia is still alive?

Musica shook his head somberly. "It was real enough."

Her hands fell to her sides limply. "Oh." I will not cry, I will not erupt. I'll just...She didn't know what to do, or what to say. She just wanted to get away. Away from here, away from all of this.

She rose unsteadily to her feet and began walking. She didn't care which direction her feet were going in, she didn't care that Musica was right behind her...I just want to get away from all of this. Maybe then I can convince myself none of this really happened.

Musica's grip fell on her shoulder, and it was like iron. She stopped. "What do you want?" she muttered sullenly. He and I are not friends, I remember. But I owe him for saving my life.

"So you were planning to leave, huh?" Licia jumped, and spun round to face him angrily.

"Give me that!" She swiped furiously at the paper he clutched in his hand. "It's a piece of worthless junk." Musica moved the paper away. "Oh, come on, lover boy. You wouldn't want to keep Remi waiting, would you?? Poor little Remi, all alone on Valentine's Night!"

She carefully avoided Musica's eyes.

"You just let this little murderess be on her way!" she snapped at him, all the anger and hurt from before bubbling up. Breathing heavily, she resumed her stalking home. All of that happened, and all I really want to do is hurt Musica. Maybe there's something fundamentally wrong with me.

"I'm sorry."

Those words stopped her dead in her tracks. Struggling to think coherently, she muttered a sullen, "At least you admit it." She drew a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm leaving - right this instant if I could. I just want to forget everything!! I wish I didn't have any memory now." I'm definitely screwed up in the head.

Her voice broke, and the dam burst. The tears came spilling out, and bright lights and colours swam before her eyes. "I didn't want this! Is this what memories are like, Musica? Is this what they do?!" She was facing him now, even though she couldn't make out his face in the colours.

Someone enfolded her in their arms. Musica...it has to be. She could feel the skull through his shirt. Maybe I don't want my memories back... The images of Solacido began clouding her mind again.

What if they're all so painful?

Licia didn't know what to say. "What can I say, when I've just seen a friend kill himself, confess that he killed another friend and tried to kill me? What can I do?" she mumbled in heaving sobs against Musica.

"You can just keep quiet for a little while." Musica had heard her?

Licia pushed away from Musica, staring at him wildly. "I have to get out of here! I can't stand it anymore! Do you know anyway I can lose my memory again?!" Her words were rushed and feverish.

Musica frowned at a babbling Licia. She's really been affected. But then, she's never seen death in her current state. She wasn't stopping. "This is so ridiculous. I mean, Solacido can swim right? He won't drown! I'm so stupid." A wide smile, a hopeful smile spread across her face.

Musica shook his head drearily. The dude can't swim- we saw him at the beach last April. He could barely flounder in the water. And even if he could...Musica didn't bother to tell Licia about the rocks just below the water's surface, which could be seen on a clear day.

He squared his shoulders. I hate to do this but...

He slapped Licia hard across her smiling right cheek.