Disclaimer: (this is getting so old). I don't own anything but the plot and Vivian, Faith, and Geena. (Oh yeah. I owned Christine and August Bennett from the last chapter too).

Chapter Eleven: Funeral of Hearts

Everyday, Vivian didn't eat. She didn't sleep. 6 days went by of the exact same torture. All Vivian would do was stand out on the balcony, rain or shine.

On the 7th night, she stood out there in mournful trance. She has memorized the words to Ville's song. She sang it as she stared out into the nothingness. On the third round of singing it, she felt a hand snake around her waist. A chin rested on her shoulder. His voice joined in with hers. Vivian put her hands over his. Only when they sang the last note did anyone speak.

"Where did you learn that song?" Ville asked. There was suspicion in his voice.

"You sang it to me last time you were here, right before you left. Don't you remember?"

"The last time I was here, I was cut open across my chest and bleeding all over your balcony." Ville sounded utterly confused.

"You came back and sat on that rail. Then came over and sang that song. Then… then you left."

Ville gasped and pulled back, sliding his hand out from beneath hers. "Vivian. That didn't really happen. I had a dream just like that, but It never happened. I don't know how you knew about it, but it wasn't real."

"You stood right there and sang it too me. I could never imagine all that up. It was too real." Vivian's temper started boiling. How dare he tell me I'm just pretending?

"Vivian," Ville said cautiously. "I've been at my friend's house recovering from my last trip to New York. This is the first time I've been back."

"I'm not crazy. I know what I saw!" She wanted to scream and yell at him. How could he possibly forget that romantic moment they shared right here on this balcony?

"No. not crazy. Special." Ville said calmly.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean." She was caught off guard, but quickly regained her composer.

"It's kinda hard to explain," Ville answered shortly.

Vivian urged him on with her eyes.

"Um… This is going to take awhile. Shall we go inside?" He gestured toward the door with his hand.

Vivian nodded and grabbed his hand and began to lead him. She gave him the most curious of looks when he stopped at the threshold.

"You have to invite me in. Properly, "Ville informed. Vivian was about to ask why, but he cut in, "It will be explained later with everything else. Just this once and you will never have to do it again."

"Um… ok. Ville, would you please join me IN the house?" She emphasized 'in' while giving a gentle tug on his hand.

And with that, he stepped across the threshold into Vivian's room. They both sat on the couch on the wall to the right of the door.

"Ok. So here it is, but you can't flip and you can't change your feelings about me because of it."

"Are you a criminal?" Suspicion hanging on every word.

"In my own special way, Yes."

"I'm listening."

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Ok I know I said that Ville wasn't going to reveal his feelings to Vivian, so just pretend that he changed him mind or something. Cause I forgot and I already had this chapter written out. And it's really late and I'm tired and my brain isn't functioning properly. i know it's really short. the next one will be really long. i promise. So R & R and all that good stuff.