A/N: Hello all! Chapter 2 is split into two mini-chapters, each with a different POV. Thank you again for every follow, favorite, review, and read! It means so much!

Thoughts

English

"Dialogue,"

Ren sat there, staring at the place she had been not five minutes ago, motionless. He sat still, mourning the loss of trust, companionship, and Kyoko in general, and nursing a severely broken heart. Broken because of my...no, Kuon's big mouth. I just had to let him take it out on her, he thought miserably. He thought in circles of despair until he felt himself grow more and more agitated, his negativity a ticking time bomb. Screw it. I am Kuon and Kuon is me. This mess is MY fault. Shit. How do I fix this? Is it even possible?

Without realizing it, his fists clenched continually tighter until that wasn't enough of an outlet. He couldn't contain his emotions any longer. Should I call her? What does she think of me now? Will it help at all if I call? I will do anything for her forgiveness. Ren faltered. ...Does she hate me now? Could she ever love me?

Coincidentally, his phone rang, causing him to jump. Because it wasn't her cute and catchy ringtone, he responded to it like any logical person would. He dismissed the call. Ren stood up so quickly that the backs of his knees hit his chair with enough force to send it crashing noisily to the ground, hitting the chair behind it on its way.

And threw his phone against the wall.

"Damn it all! Kyoko, I just want to tell you I love you! That's why I want you to be on your guard around him, that ass! He has the guts to take what he wants, I'll give him that, but I don't want that scumbag touching or even looking at the only person I've ever loved!" he shouted to the empty room.

He's not sure if he felt better or worse by the time he had finished. In a normal volume, he spoke to himself, "I...I'm so jealous. It's so crazy, but I want to be the one to be able to kiss you. I'm so, so unbelievably sorry."

Ren sighed and hung his head. I should probably go. He felt a pain on his palms, and only then he registered that his hands were balled so tightly that they had left red crescent marks on his hands.

He walked over to the back of the room and pocketed his undamaged brick of a phone. Ren slowly made his way towards the door, dragging his heels the whole way. Once at the door, he pushed it open to find someone standing there. She had fiery orange hair and sported a shell-shocked expression spread across her beautiful features.

Ren saw nothing but her wide, golden eyes. He felt nothing but his heart, hammering against his rib cage. He heard nothing around him but a deafening white noise. He thought nothing but six words, repeating themselves in turn like a mantra.

Kyoko is here.

She came back.

Kyoko is here.

She came back.

They stared at each other, unmoving, until he thought of one question that blew his mind.

How...how much of that did she hear?