The knife felt good against his skin, right... Cool, smooth – yet rough and jagged – beautiful... Better than the many and various instruments his sadistic father used to use. Razors were amazing too; anything to take away the emotional pain.

Twisted as it was, it was Beyond's fault – well, not directly. It's more that... since A was so in love with B, and there was no way his love would ever be reciprocated, he couldn't bear to feel anything. It would hurt too much... Far beyond the limits that he could withstand.

"Hey A?" the chuckle could be heard in Beyond's tone. It was B's thing to always greet Adrienne to say: Hey A, it rhymed – and was a tad bit of alliteration. It was cute, in Beyond's opinion anyway.

A slipped the knife under his bed, and his razor into his back pocket.

"Uhmm... Yah? What?" he stood up abruptly, nearly forgetting to pull his black shirt sleeves back down over his thumbs. He slid over to the door, his bare feet gliding easily over the dusty floor.

"You busy?"

"Huh—er, nah. I'm just hanging out."

"Then can I come in?" Beyond jiggled the doorknob. It was locked, which was strange in B's mind. "Hey... why's your door locked...?"

"I was changing. I didn't want anyone to walk in on me, accidentally, you know." A released the latch and let the door swing freely.

"Oh... but..." Beyond studied Adrienne. "You're wearing the same outfit as earlier..."

"Haha, yeah; but you know how many of these shirts I have." A smiled shyly.

"True..." Beyond was skeptical – of what? He wasn't quite sure... B pulled out A's desk chair and fell into it, throwing his head back. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he sighed and yawned.

"Didn't you sleep at all last night?" A questioned.

"I did in fact, but I've been busy..."

"Same here..." A mumbled, hooking his thumbs on his skinny jeans' belt loops. "I'm so tired..." he made his way over to B's side, and leaned against his thigh; his small frame: frail, yet so strong, leaning against B's lean and muscular one. BB snaked his arm around Adrienne's waist. A felt perfectly comfortable sitting like this, he felt safe, calm, protected. He settled down, letting his full weight rest on Beyond. After fidgeting a moment, there was a light metallic clink as a small strip of metal clattered down from A's pocket. Biting his lip, he silently prayed that BB wouldn't notice.

Too late – "What was that?" B looked around, his skills of perception torturing his mind, unwanted – yet true – "A..." he whispered before his eyes caught the glimmer of the razor.

"Oh A!" Beyond's silvery eyes shimmered, glazing over with tears threatening to spill down his face. "Oh my... Oh A..."

A's throat felt tight; as if his trachea was collapsing in on him, his windpipe closing up. His breath was jagged, tearing up his chest. His own eyes were on fire, blazing hot, he blinked furiously.

Beyond seemed to be contemplating what to say next, swallowing hard, he began. "A, why do you keep doing this? Why...? We... I made you a promise; and you did me as well..."

"I didn't." A snapped his head up, his eyes piercing into B's. "You promised you'd never leave me; I never said anything in return."

Narrowing his eyes, his tone was harsh, "Is this you trying to test my patience? Test to see if I would keep my promise?"

"Of course no—"

"You've made it so damn painfully obvious. I can't believe I was blind to it." B glanced up above A's head.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to meet B's gaze. "Look at me damn it!"

B lowered his eyes angrily. "I'm talking about why you're constantly pushing the envelope!"

"...Pushing the..." Maybe I am... Maybe I want to see how much he cares about me... Maybe I want to see what he'll do...

"I'm done taking it! I don't know what your issue is, but I don't have to put up with it. You need some serious help!" Beyond pushed his chair back and stood up, dumping A onto the floor. Adrienne... You look so... vulnerable lying there on the floor. But...

Beyond turned and made his way out of the room, ignoring A's pleading eyes. As he made his way back to his room, he hummed lightly: So much more is made in empty eyes...