So I cant apologize enough...but I'll try.

Im sooooooo sorry, it has been so long and I feel terrible.

I got grounded again and I had the biggest writers block in the history of writers block...but anyway,

Im back, for good this time!

Sorry! :(

anywho...on with the story!!!!!

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He didn't come back.

I had expected Anthony to come back that night, and I had been ready to forgive him. Sure what he had said was hurtful and wrong, but he was avian, and this was a big surprise for him, I had to understand that. But he never came back. I waited, staying up with urban into the latest hours of night, but he never showed.

Urban sat silently by my side, holding my hand, and humming to himself, while I held back tears. I think he wanted to comfort me, but didn't really know how. I had scared him by running into the nest, crying like and idiot, and not telling him what was wrong, but I couldn't. How could I ever tell Urban what Anthony had said, Urban would be furious.

I saw the pain in his eyes, I saw the doubt, I saw the hopeless confusion. I leaned my head on his shoulder right around the time the first dancers were starting to stir.

"Im sorry." I whispered running my fingers through his perfect coal black hair. I kissed his neck, and closed my eyes. "Im so sorry." I whispered again so quiet I wasn't sure he heard me.

I felt him sigh, and laugh. He cupped my face in his hands, pulling my face until it was even with his, and only inches apart.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" He asked kissing my forehead, then cheek.

"I always do this," I began slowly, "I always hurt the people who mean the most...especially you." I felt a single tear run down my cheek, and I felt Urban's cool finger swipe it away.

"Never, ever, think your hurting me." He told me his eyes blazing "Never apologize for something you don't do."

I tried to pull away from him, to speak, to convince him that he was wrong, that I was hurting him, him and everyone around him, but I couldn't. At that moment I felt his lips press gently to mine, and all thoughts of speaking were erased. I melted into his chest, and closed my eyes.

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weeks passed.

Months even.

And after all that time, I tried to forget.

I tried to forget that he meant so much.

Anthony, my loving, erratic, furious Anthony, never did come back.