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My broken heart like a wave,
My shaken heart like the wind.
My love vanished like smoke
It can't be removed like a tattoo
I sigh deeply as if a ground is going to cave in
Only dusts are piled up in my mind.

-Day By Day

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It was so obvious to Kale.

It didn't take much to know that Riven was obviously Rhythm's father. Now that he had taken a closer look, they had nearly the exact same facial features, except Rhythm seemed a lot more easygoing and patient. He wasn't sure whether to be angrier at the fact that Riven had a child with someone other than his fiancée, or whether Musa had chose this jerk to sire a kid with. He turned his eyes to Musa, wondering if she'd be okay, but she looked as if she'd just seen a ghost. The soup now spilled to the floor, and the bowl broken into pieces, Kale realized what he had to do for her. "Come in," he said to Riven, as the man shot him a jealous look. Closing the door, Kale grabbed a cloth from the kitchen, and began wiping the area in front of Musa. Trying to make his voice as husband-like as possible, he touched her shoulder. "Sweetheart, next time, be more careful, alright?" He said, looking at her gently and winking.

Both Musa and Riven looked bewildered.

"I'm guessing you're a friend of my wife's, brother-in-law?" Kale asked.

Musa's mouth dropped open. Kale's sister is Riven's fiancée? Riven just stared at her, wondering how he'd ended up with this guy. "Yes. We werevery good friends," he said slowly.

Kale noticed that Musa seemed to want to avoid Riven, and his inner thoughts suddenly felt a surge of happiness. It was Riven that screwed up, not Musa, that was for sure, he thought to himself. Why not make the guy squirm? Surely he could pull off the fatherly husband act. "Honey, why don't you check on our son? I don't think his fever has fully disappeared, yet." As Musa dashed to Rhythm's bedroom, Kale felt a small sense of satisfaction at seeing the look on Riven's face. He looked utterly shocked, and his muscles were tense. Gesturing to the kitchen table, Kale threw the broken pieces away, and joined him by pulling out a chair. "So, how's my sister doing with you? I hope she knows that you've gone to another woman's house tonight…"

"Are you her husband?" He snapped angrily.

"Yes. We've been together for five years." Kale smirked.

Riven clenched his fists tighter. "How come I didn't know about this?"

"You never asked."

"Tell Musa to come out."

"Alright," Kale shrugged. "But remember, she's my wife. Don't get too close."

Riven growled.

Riven didn't like how shy she was with him. He remembered when she always yelled at him and snarled at him openly, which was one of the reasons why he fell in love with her. She didn't give him any extra privileges, like all the other girls did. Most of them often fell at his feet or confessed to him daily, but it had taken all his guts to chase after Musa. She gave him her crap, and if he couldn't handle that, then that was too bad. She was sardonic and cynical, and he remembered how she would snarl when he tried to hug her or hold her. It was so unlike now, with the way that she slipped into the chair quietly and how she didn't dare look at his face. How she decided to marry this annoying blonde jerk and elope with him instead of staying with Riven. It was so unfair that this had to happen to him-after all, she'd gotten a lot cuter, too. Though her face had gotten thinner, she was still extremely pretty. Her hairstyle made her look innocent, and she'd matured a lot over the five years.

And that dress.

He could see all her curves in her slim frame. He noticed that she'd gotten taller, but was the perfect height for him, as she only reached up to his shoulders. Her delicate Asian features were contorted into confusion and fear, while her hair fluttered down to her bare shoulders, covering her thin neck. And her long arms were placed neatly on her lap, right over her thighs. Riven shuddered, trying to calm himself of his thoughts.

"So-what do you see in this Kale?" He asked, keeping his gaze on her, trying to keep his voice steady.

"He's nice."

"Bullshit, I'm nice too," he snapped. "Guess you were extremely busy during these five years, huh? Getting pregnant and all?"

"I'm not the only one who's gotten married," she retorted, staring at the ring on Riven's finger. It was a glittering silver band, with two names engraved into it. Catching the light, it also caught her attention, and she didn't feel good about it. "That's really some jewelry," she chuckled. Even though she tried to keep the atmosphere light, and acted unaffected, Riven couldn't help but notice her face change a little once he mentioned the word "pregnant." He'd loved her for so long, it was only natural that he noticed when she had a shift or change in mood. Trying to discern what Musa was so afraid of, he was interrupted by Musa's clipped tone. "Kale's sister is your fiancée, right?"

Riven frowned. This conversation wasn't going the way he wanted it to.

"Look-"

"Well, congratulations!" She said, smiling softly at him. Riven felt like yelling at her. She shouldn't be happy that he had a fiancée, she should have been angry or jealous of him. "Are you having kids soon?" She suddenly asked. Growling, Riven punched the table, and Musa's hand flew to her mouth. "Shut up!" He grew angrier, but guilt caught at him once when Kale ran out of the bedroom and stared at him. Frowning, he put his hands on the table, and talked in a stern tone to Riven. "Listen, Riven, even if you're my sister's fiancée, I don't respect you yelling at my wife." Riven glared at him. "Don't tell me what I'm supposed to do."

"Riven-I-I'm sorry."

He looked at Musa, who'd suddenly said a word of apology at him.

He was surprised that, at that moment, he felt like taking her into his arms. Like forgiving her. Like letting her know that all these years, he still needed her.

But instead, without turning back, he walked out the door, feeling more broken then before.