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The air was cold and she couldn't help it but watch as her breath was formed into an icy cold breezed. Walking through the cemetery she was at peace somehow. She usually was especially since the dead never judged, never cared, never hurt, and they never cried there was a special comfort about it. She got up early this morning so she wouldn't have to explain to Rebecca where she was going and why. She hated explaining her actions. This was something she always felt the need to do alone. Rebecca was the only one to actually be in her life. She didn't worry though because she left Rebecca a note.

The crisp clean cold air was almost refreshing to her. She closed her eyes as she stopped in front of the grave. She had a tradition since he died that she did for him. She would go to his grave and play him his favorite song 'behind blue eyes' by the who but she liked the Limp Bizkit version it sounded much more sad and true to her. The words where so true...she felt like it was talking about her every time she listened to it. It was sad but it also something she liked to do. She pulled the Ipod out of her pocket and didn't say a word. She shuffled through the music and played the song. She put it on his headstone and at beside his grave leaning against the tree and listened to the song.

He always told her that she could over come anything and everything. She never believed him and still didn't because there was still things she hadn't overcome. Her fathers smile was warming and giving even through her sad and depressed life she could at least count on his smile to make things better or his soft hands to hug her when she cried, his voice to sooth her nightamares away. Now he was gone. She lipped the words of the song as she kept her eyes closed tight thinking about him and what it would be like if he was still here.

Behind Blue eyes Lyrics:
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

[Chorus:]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

[Chorus]

Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

[Chorus]

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

Maybe it was her way of coping with his loss and maybe it was her imagination but she felt like he was there with her whispering something to her. But kept her eyes closed as she always did...she was always kept her eyes closed until the song was over because she was afraid if she saw him she would see disappointment on his face about who she was and how she had become. She felt the tears slowly release from her eyes. It was inevitable because more or less...he was always there and the pain was always there. It never went away it only got easier to push aside until she could deal with it. she hated crying because she felt weak but she couldn't help it. She felt like it was all her fault that he was gone and that she had killed him. She wanted to give up on life. It was like reality had been crashing down on her and she didn't know what was real except Rebecca.

"Heather?" Rebecca asked. Heather quickly rubbed her eyes and turned the music off. She refused to look up at her friend until she caught sight of a bandage on her leg. "Heather are you okay?" She stared at the bandage and once she figured out what it was she looked up and stood up quickly.

"What happened?" She asked. There was a bandage on her nose, above her left eye, and on her cheek. Worry shone brightly on her face as she looked her over again.

"N-nothing just..." Heather wasn't buying it and she knew she couldn't lie of course. "I was driving and this guy hit me I was unconscious for a bit and woke up in a hospital no worry."

"No worry?!" Heather tried to grasp the idea how it wasn't a worry when she was in a car wreck. How the hell could she not worry? It was impossible not to. "Why where you up anyways? You where completely passed out when I left." She remembered the scene. She was going to ask and see if she wanted to go get coffee but Rebecca was passed out and smiled at the sleeping girl sprawled across her bed and decided to walk anyways.

"I was looking for you." She saw Heather's worry stricken face turn to a guilty one. Maybe she should have said it differently. "No Heather it's not your fault!" She exclaimed. She stepped forward and knew Heather saw her limp. "It's just an internal bruise." Rebecca sighed shaking her head. Heather smiled at her brightly. From the look on her face it looked like she knew what Rebecca was thinking and that made her blush slightly. She was thinking about giving Heather a kiss on the cheek. "W-what are you doing out here it's cold?"

"Why are you wearing a skirt in the cold?" She replied. Rebecca scoffed and Heather smiled at the reaction. They had grown accustomed to each others attitude even though when they first met it was a bit hard. "M-my father's buried here." She said pointing to the grave. Rebecca looked as if she wanted to say something but had nothing to say or could say. It grew silent and awkward. While she was walking it occurred to her that it was close to the day of the anniversary of his death and wanted to pay respects early because...on that day she was virtually a wreck and couldn't do anything much and she knew it.

"I-" Rebecca was stopped by Heather smiling at her and shaking her head. She knew it was sa fake smile but decided to just leave it be and not start an argument. It would have been a bit awkward and infuriating which she just wasn't in the mood for either.

"So no car?" Rebecca shook her head no. "Don't like buses?" That was a no to. "Hey doesn't the park cut through to your apartment?" That however was a yes. Heather nodded. It was curious that a park and cemetery where so close together and it aroused her suspicion but her objective was getting Rebecca home. "Piggyback ride." She said abruptly.

"W-what?" Rebecca asked stepping back with pink cheeks. Did she mean to give her a piggyback ride?

"Come on. I'm not letting you walk with that ankle it's swollen and obviously you slipped out of the hospital. Unless you want to wait here until it magically gets better It's the only way that will work." She said sternly and watched Rebecca's cheeks turn back to normal. Rebecca still shook her head no. "Rebecca please. You need to go home and rest and I'm not leaving until I get you home. It's my fault you-"

"but it's not!" Rebecca raised her voice.

Heather knelt on one knee waiting for Rebecca. "In that case If it is I'm giving you a piggyback ride. If it isn't I'm giving you a piggyback ride." Rebecca grunted in frustration and complied. Once Rebecca had taken position on her back with her arms around Heather's neck Heather found place for her hands on Rebecca's bare thighs and felt Rebecca's breath on her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth it was enjoyable. "You okay?" Heather asked as she stood up and made sure her friend was secure. She could see Rebecca's bright red cheeks and knew the answer.

"No oh yeah this is a five start freaking resort." Rebecca complained. Heather shook her head and sighed. It was kind of awkward having Heather carry her like this through a place where the dead rested peacefully in their graves. She had seen enough of the dead and this place made her extremely uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable than that was the fact she had this beautiful woman holding her thighs but not doing anything she wanted her to do.

"Tell me...bout yourself I mean. You haven't said much." Heather spoke scaring her. Rebecca laid her chin on Heather's shoulder and sighed.

"Not much. Just your common geek in school who passed high-school early went to college and graduated at 18." She hated talking about herself because she hated talking about her past and that was the thing most people where interested in.

"Sounds a bit extraordinary to me." Heather spoke. It was kind of a relief to hear Heather's voice. It was almost soothing.

"Ya not really for me. I joined a...group you could say and it ended up doing some horrible stuff to me so for the longest time I couldn't stand myself. Anyways it's not interesting. What bout you Ms. Mason?" Rebecca desperately wanted to change the subject.

"Actually I'm pretty boring as I told you. I wanted to drop out of high school because I got shit. My dad he wouldn't let me. I never had a job till he died. I am kind of a tortured person myself just saying." Heather replied. This was the most Rebecca had talked about herself it made Heather happy to know she was starting to make Rebecca feel comfortable.

"Oh a pretty thing like you? nah." Rebecca laughed at her friend and earned a grunt in return. "I should lay off the KFC huh?" Rebecca asked half serious.

"No. Your to beautiful for that." Heather hadn't caught what she said.

"Really?" It suddenly hit her what she said.

"I just mean uh-" She was cut off by a quick kiss to her cheek. It instantly made her blush.

"Oh my. Is Heather actually blushing?" Rebecca laughed. It was kind of cute to see because this was a 'tough girl' and it was adorable.

"Shut up..." Heather mumbled.

"Why? I think it's adorable!"

"Alright I get it!" Heather exclaimed. Rebecca sighed and leaned into Heather. She gave up.

"Fine. Two questions. How'd you sleep last night and...how does fish sound tonight?"

"Fish...sounds good you can cook?" Rebecca nodded. "and to answer your other question. Empty"