Sorry the updates for this story are so far inbetween. Writing this story, understandingly, makes me very depressed. :) But I will get it done. Because as down and broody as it makes me...it really is turning out nicely. So just bear with me. :)

Will Dylan and Marco get married?-- ::evil grin:: I dunno.

The sympathy started that Monday. How I despised them.

"I'm sorry. I can't imagine what you're going through. I'm around if you need me"

Such cold lifeless words. They fell like frozen rain, hurting...stinging. Showers of pain. Of guilt. Of shame. Rain so thick you couldn't even see the bleak horizon. The horizon you never knew you were even looking for...until it was too far away to grasp any longer.

My light was gone. The sun never shined.

Clouds of despair kept it at bay so well.

I often thought that there were walls of glass surrounding me. I could see everyone else. They could see me. But hearing and understanding were silenced through them, leaving me to the quiet that reverberated through my mind. With only haunting thoughts to keep me company.

And in my room of glass the temperature rose. The fire always hitting, even though I was too numb to absorb the flame. Instead of catching and blazing immediately I sat while I was slowly burned from the inside out by the looks from across the hallway from the other boy. They killed me.

Staring at his bowed head, not eating the food in front of me, I wonder why I still love him so much. It's like everytime I close my eyes he's there...waiting for me. Still in love with me too.

After a dead moment I looked up. It took me a moment to realize that he was looking at me. He had caught my eyes. A shiver of empty fire ran down my spine as the other boy's eyes crossed mine, piercing and intense and coloured with my dreams, before he looked away again.

The tears had stopped coming alteast. Finally.

But dry sorrow hurt even more.

I was amazed to find the earth kept turning. Lying awake on sleepless nights I wondered why the world was still going, still moving. Because for me, my world had ended the day of the funeral.

And it was still a shock to wake every morning and see the sun still rose. And it still hurt to see it set. Because that meant another day I was still alive.

Still alive with nothing to live for.

Because my light was gone.

"Dylan." The blonde turned his head to look behind himself, away from the dark haired teen across the lunchroom. "Have you talked to him?"

Dylan shook his head slightly, the movement so dead and bogged down it was barely able to tell the shake was made at all. He turned away from Paige and continued to stare unabashedly at Marco. I felt we were so far away, as if we were on a different dimension, another wavelength altogether, instead of the thirty yards or so in reality.

"You need to. I can't understand why...but you still love him after all he's done to you." Paige said, placing her hands on his shoulders, trying to be consoling. "So will you...please?"

"Paige," she stopped breathing for a second, waiting to see if he was about to come round. Silently she prayed.

"Paige, just go away."

Sighing in defeat, distinctly hurt, she walked off. This was beyond her. Dylan's eyes never moved from their target however.

Because his light was gone. But perhaps if he waited long enough...the clouds might part. The horizon might reach his sight.

Marco might come back.

Dylan fingered the ring that hung from the chain around his neck....soft, smooth, warm. It was all he had left to hang on to. Except for the whisper of hope.

But the whisper was getting fainter every day.

Review....because I'm really insecure about this story. I think it's rather stupid and melodramatic. So, review. Tell me how bad it was or even why it's good. Either way, I'd like to work on this one. :)

Oh and cookies will of course be given. Because I haven't offered in a while.

Oh oh, while I'm thinking about it. Anjel919. I emailed you on your aol...but I doubt you got it/couldn't email me back. So if you still wanna ask your question...um, well, erm, try my livejournal! yeah. It's in my bio. Just leave a comment with your question and I'll respond that way. I am teh smart. ::is as loser::