/NOTE: Ok, now Love Save The Empty has different POV's. So you won't be confused, The person whose PV I'm writing is just after the Title number and the Chapter Title. I also would like to credit Trading Yesterday and OLIVIA for their inspiring music (which motivated this chapter~) Have fun reading~ Alice./

/Love; Save the Empty: Chapter 2- Kanda./

Aw, shit.

My hairband broke. Two pieces of torn rubber lay uselessly on my bed. Seeing no use of it, I left it alone.

Taking off my coat, I inspected my hair- It grew long, almost at my elbows. I examined my face, hard with no blemishes; almost white as the snow falling gracefully… slowly; slowly- until they reach the soft powder below.

Falling- that stupid girl falling down; down 'till everything turned black- what was her name again? Annalie? Emily? Lenalee?

Yeah- Lenalee, the girl with the fragile body with the soft forest-green hair; who jumped over the railings only to find herself in my arms.

If she jumped on the other side, would things change? If I didn't run down to save her, would I be guilty? An addition to the never-ending chain of guilt? Would I have been damned? Have I ended my long chain of futility?

I didn't know anything anymore.

Maybe I was just like Lenalee; with the unbearable guilt on her shoulders; adding up and up until the desperation comes; until you have reached the state of insanity. Maybe that wasn't so bad after all; to delusion yourself into thinking black is white; that evil was good; to escape this god-forsaken world.

I remember her crying so much last night, when she finally fell asleep, murmuring something… She looked so much like a little girl… Too innocent to deal with everything; too young to deal with the demons she had to face.

I take off my shirt, undoing the buttons one by one, then throwing it over the plastic bag, then I take off my clothes, everything. And I stood face to face with me. I clenched my hands. I hated everything. I hated how I faced with perfection-

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

My tears spilled- although I never wanted to see them, though they tipped over, revealing every shred of guilt I had from the last few years. Fuck, fuck, fuck me!

I decided to storm inside the shower.

I turned on the shower.

Fssssh…

The relaxing sound of the water calmed me; yet the ice-like water chilled me. So much contradictions since last night! Frustration and anger but with warmth and resonance; that girl….

Funny. I ended up taking a bath.

I put on my shirt and pants and ran down the Order's stairs.

Ow! Shit!

"Shit!" I cursed, biting my lip.

Holy Fu-

"Fuck!"

Someone stepped on my fucking foot and fucking spilled the hot, fucked-up coffee on fucked-up me.

"Sorry!" She apologized. "I'm so sorry!"

"What the fuck were you-"

Lenalee.

"I-I'm sorry" she murmured… But somehow it felt like I already forgave her.

"It's fine." I bit my lip again, wincing at the incredible, hot pain. "I'll just wash this."

"No, no." She grabbed my hand. "I'll do it. This is for last night." She leaned closer. "And for not telling my brother." Lenalee smiled. "I owe you. A lot."

"Fine." I muttered brusquely.

"Now get up before you start a ruckus over here." She commanded, looking at me squarely.

"Who started the ruckus, anyway?" I muttered again.

"What was that?" She forced a smile. I swear I saw a vein popping.

"Nothing."

Then I cursed silently as a pair of soft hands aided me to my room.