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I sat back, smiling stupidly as I held the box of sushi in my hands. Steve just watched me as I picked up the first piece and happily shoving it in my mouth. I closed my eyes and let out a moan of pleasure, the grin still present on my lips. I felt my posture ease into the couch, and I relaxed.

"Good?" Steve smirked as I looked down at my now empty box of food. I let out an awkward chuckle as I placed the empty container down on the coffee table, instantly the rush of emotions that were temporarily put to the side came and slapped me across the face.

"Yea," I breathed, pulling my knees to my chest "everything's good."

"Want to tell me what happened now?" He leaned forward, resting one of his hands on me. I looked up and took in his features. It had been a long time since I'd seen him and since we had reunited I hadn't had time to really let it all sink in. His eyes were still the same dark, powerful hazel that right now, were calm and concerned. But I know in a second they could turn to hold a wild rage, filled with hatred. Strands of hair fell onto his forehead which he frequently pushed out of the way. My eyes followed down from his strong jaw, high cheekbones to his full pout on his lips.

"Ronnie." he beckoned, pulling me back from my thoughts, I shook my head and blinked a couple of times.

"Sorry, what do you mean? Nothing happened." I lied, trying to swerve away from the topic.

"Where's Shan?" he prodded. Oh god, Darren. Now, instead of slapping me in the face it all came and hit me like a semi-truck. The tears threatened to spill, before realizing that there were none left. I knew that I would have to explain it to Steve sooner or later, so I might as well do it when I don't have any tears to cut me off.

"Oh, Darren," I started casually, shrugging my shoulder and biting my bottom lip. "He's dead."

Steve's eyes widened and he stood up slowly to stand and sit next to me on the couch, where I moved to the side to make room for him.

"Ronnie, I'm so sorry." he frowned, but I just shook my head, my newly dried curls shaking along with it.

"Don't be sorry, I don't care." The words sounded harsh, but there's nothing that I could do. That was the only way to get around it.

"What do you mean, you don't care? What happened?"

I told him everything, starting from when I was blooded all the way to Vampire Mountain, not forgetting a word, a feeling, nothing. I told him about when I went into Darren's room expecting the usual but instead I was pulled apart from every angle. And how I was left there, feeling like I was attacked, broken in pieces on the floor while he just walked away and left me there. I told him how I felt, what I thought, I told him what I never said out loud before, and what I never planned on saying. Then he told me about what happened after I left, and when he was turned half vampaneze. He said that things didn't work out well with his mentor, and even though he didn't mind killing people, he'd rather kill the big villains that killed more than they needed to. Something was off, but I was too distracted and honestly didn't care enough to notice.

"And now, here I am." I concluded, surprised that my cheeks were dry and I wasn't shaking like I normally would be. I hated what I had become, a lost puppy that ran away with it's head down and it's tail between it's legs.

"What a jerk-off." Steve mumbled, chewing at the inside of his cheek.

"My thoughts, exactly." I nodded, crossing my legs indian style, and holding my ankles, swaying back and forth.

"Well, is there anything I can do to help? I don't mind killing anyone." he smirked mischievously.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I let out a soft laugh, he looked to the sides and then back at me.

"Well, I told you I'd never hurt you" he started, leaning forward. When I didn't move back, he scooted a little closer. I felt his hot breath on my lips, and I closed my eyes. "Would it hurt you, if I kissed you?"

It would hurt, more than anything. But it was the first step to leaving Darren in my past, and being me, kind of a way to get him back. One last time. I shook my head weakly and he leaned forward the last inch, connecting our lips. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, pulling the arch of my back as close as possible to him. I locked my hands on his sides as he laced his fingers in my hair, the kiss getting deeper and deeper which surprisingly made me feel a little light headed. He bit at my lower lip, and I could feel his biceps tighten around me. With all of my last power, I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his, eyes still closed.

"I need to get to sleep." I huffed, out of breath. He just nodded his head, a cocky smile painted on his face. When I stood to walk away, he grabbed my wrist, twisted me and kissed me once again. The corner of my mouth pulled into a sideways grin as I made my way over to the door where I'd be sleeping,
"Tomorrow, I need to go get some new clothes." I stated, looking down at my wardrobe. Steve put on a fake frown,

"But why? You look so good in mine." he whined.

"Goodnight."

"Night."

I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered. for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?

I sat in the middle of the makeshift bed, stripping the large hoodie off and sitting on the bed in my strapless sports bra that Cassie had made me wear with my dress. Kayden said that I barely had boobs, what was the point of false advertising? Cassie claimed that, even though I didn't really have any, I had to flaunt what I had. Cassie and Kayden... I shook my head, I didn't want to think of anything that would make me more upset that I was. I traced my lips with my fingers, my eyes adjusting to the dark room.

I do recall now, the smell of the rain. Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart. It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms.

My eyes looked over to the corner of the room where I had laid Darren's cloak. After showering, I went back and retrieved it from the trashcan. I walked over, my bare feet barely audible on the wood floor. Leaning over, I pulled the cloak out of the trashcan and stared at it. I pulled wrapped it around me and slid to the floor, the tears engulfing me once again.

And now I'll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss. Never thought we'd have a last kiss, never imagined we'd end like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips.

I do remember,the swing in your step. The life of the party, you're showing off again, and I roll my eyes and then you pull me in. I'm not much for dancing, but for you I did. Because I love your handshake, meetin' my father. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something. There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions.

But this time, once the tears ceased I felt that it was time for them to finally stop. There was nothing that I could do and it was time for me to pull myself back up into shape. I could be here, alone. But I found Steve and even though it felt wrong now, and could never be the same, maybe I could love again. Maybe Darren would let me, I knew that he wouldn't care if I did or not. There was nothing I could do, he was dead. And if he wasn't I would have to make him wish that he never left me. I was hurt and there was nothing that I could do about it. Keyword in all of this, nothing. I had to roll with the punches, the hard, brutal, unforgiving punches. But this all is making me stronger, and I had to make peace with this, before starting the new chapter in my life. If he was alive, I'd want him to be happy. Even if it was without me, so that I could be happy too.

So I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep,a nd I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, hope it's nice where you are.

And I hope the sun shines, and it's a beautiful day. And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.

I stood up, folding his cloak and smiling as I thought about the last time we were together, laying in his hammock. His last kiss on my lips, his last smile, and his arms around my waist. I sucked in a deep breath and rubbed the back of my neck and braided my curls to the side. Tomorrow I was going to wake up, and go shopping. Not so bad, right? Right, I was going to live life, for now, with Steve. And be a little bit normal again, and kill whoever needed to be killed. It was time to turn my back on everything, and move forward. I would remember when we were sitting there, by the water. And he put his arm around me for the first time, he made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. And now I had to leave behind the best thing that's ever been mine.

A/N: This was a... meh chapter. I know, I know. Enough with the song-fic's already. But they all fit so good! Cassie and Kayden aren't gone, and they wont be! They'll be the biggest part in the next chapter, cause we're gonna have a time jump! Yay! Review, review, review and maybe, I'll update sooner? Who knows, things happen.