I don't think much of this chapter, even it's just mindless like I prefer in this story. I'm confused. :/

When Katie walked into her brother's room, he was sitting at his desk, a thick black marker in hand. He was doodling on his arm. On his tattoo, she realised. Filling in the gaps between the broken ends of the chain, joining it all together. Slavery, she remembered. She felt her heart shatter, but this was almost a daily occurrence.

"What are you doing?" Katie asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Fixing this," he replied quietly, putting the cap back on the marker. "There. Done."

Katie felt tears building in the corner of her eye and brushed them away angrily. "You're gonna get ink poisoning, Big Brother."

"No I won't. It's just a couple of lines." Kendall sniffled, wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Both siblings could literally feel the tension in the room. And the mourning. It was only a matter of seconds before one of them broke down. Katie knew this.

"Kendall . . . you . . ." She swallowed. "You can't do this to yourself. When are you just going to admit that you deserve to be happy and that your life is totally unfair, and that you should let me do something about it?"

"I know my life isn't fair," Kendall replied, barely above a whisper. "But that's just the way it is. I can't do anything about it."

"Yes, you can! For God's sake, Kendall, stop just sitting back and accepting everything! Fight back for once! Or at least—"

"Katie." Katie stopped. Her brother's eyes were full of tears. "Please leave me alone."

Katie sighed. "Ok. Fine." She left the room and shut the door. Only a few seconds had passed before she could hear muffled sobbing. A large, salty tear slid down her own cheek. This time she didn't bother to stop it, and sat down on the floor, back against the wall.

Why was she so helpless?

James couldn't stand it. The lingering glances in the hallways, the longing between the both of them. But Kendall didn't talk to him, didn't go near him. James had drifted back away from the group, becuase if he ever sat with them, Kendall just didn't turn up, or went and sat by himself. James didn't like to see that. Carlos, Jo, Logan and Camille didn't understand the specifics of the situation, but they knew somethingf had happened between the two. so in the end, Carlos and Logan sat with James (Carlos and Logan had naturally arranged their seating together) and Kendall sat with the girls.

James didn't know how long this went on for. Maybe a week, maybe ten days, maybe a month. Every single day he was tempted to cut. But he'd promised he wouldn't, so he didn't. It was all unbearable.

Then one day, James was going for a walk to try and clear his head, when he saw Kendall walking home. He didn't know where from, but that didn't matter.

"Hi," James said. Kendall barely smiled, eyes on the sidewalk as he walked passed. James turned around in panic, not wanting him to leave so soon. "Um . . ." He had a brainwave. "What happened to your face?"

Kendall stopped and turned around with wide eyes. For a second he looked totally lost and confused. Then he seemed to catch on. "I fell down the stairs," he replied. James was surprised. Kendall had always spoken quietly, but now he was almost whispering. "What happened to your hands?"

James walked up to him as he said, "Fell down the stairs."

Kendall swallowed. "M-maybe we should stay away from stairs."

"Well, I guess we should use elevators from now on. Do you like elevator music?"

Kendall smiled through his tears. "I hate it."

James smiled back. "Wow, you too?"

He saw Kendall's lips part as he let out a shaky breath, then suddenly Kendall's arms were thrown around his neck, and their lips were slammed together. James practically fell onto the grass by the sidewalk, back against a tree as he pulled Kendall onto his lap.

Kendall's lips were so soft and warm against his, it was intoxicating. And James didn't know if he'd ever get to do this again, he wanted to enjoy it, to take his time. But the smell of Kendall—black coffee and cinnamon—was dimming his senses and all he could think about was keeping Kendall there forever, as his, never letting another human being touch him again. Ever.

Then James pulled back slightly, having caught sight of something. He took hold of Kendall's arm, staring at his tattoo. They had faded, but there were faint black lines connecting the ends of it together. "Oh, Kendall." He didn't know what else to say, even as Kendall started shaking weakly. Instead, James pulled Kendall closer, holding him so there was no space between their bodies.

James found he couldn't breathe. But it wasn't the same breathless feeling from when he'd first met Kendall. The feeling of flying so high there was a lack of proper air, his heart pounding so hard and so fast it was like some kind of endless hum. Now, it hurt to breathe, it just hurt to live. His chest and heart ached, and his head throbbed. A razor would bring such relief right now. But he'd promised. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't give in.

Kendall's arms were wound around James's waist, his face buried in James's shoulder. James could feel him trembling as he held him close, breathing in his scent for as long as he could. But eventually Kendall looked up at him, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "I should go," he whispered. "I'll be in trouble if I'm late."

James didn't want him to leave. But he swallowed and said, "Ok."

Kendall got up off the grass, standing up. "Goodbye," he said, still quietly, before turning and hurrying away.

James watched him go, then sat there for another ten minutes afterward, staring up at the sky trying to visualise every detail of his lost love. He found he couldn't. The images were too dim.

Kendall walked away, his heart breaking all over again. He shouldn't have done that. It only made it hurt more when he said goodbye.

I was originally gonna put more in this chapter. Oh, well. XD Please review!