Fang's POV

It's been a week since Iggy and I gave ourselves to each other. I feel so weird, like, he needs me more but I want him less. I don't know what to do with this feeling. Sometimes I just wanna kill him, other times I can't live without him.

Another thing, I've been even more reliant on my razor. I counted forty eight scars in total; nine or ten of them are recent. Iggy knows this, but he's not sure what to do with me. Maybe if we took a break we could figure something out. But I couldn't risk leaving Iggy. We lived together for Pete's sake. Besides, he was my other half. My other, blind, non-mutilating, pyromaniac half. I feared what would happen to both of us if we split. Well, I know what I'd do, but Iggy? Not so much. Maybe he'd blow up the house or something. Who knows?

That's why it surprised me when Iggy came into my room and said, "Fang, I know this sounds weird and stuff, but I think, no I know, that I wanna break up with you. You're not the same as you used to be. You're so distant, you don't care anymore."

He just stood there, unsure of what to do next. Nervously he shifted from foot to foot, while wringing his hands. I heard one of his delicate bones crack; his knuckle probably. Should I be mad? Should I be sad? What now? Do I kick him out of my room, or do I keep him here and try to talk him out of this? Tell him I can change?

Wow. Just wow. I'm a mess without Iggy.

"Well, I'm just gonna go now…," he said while backing up. He had misdirected himself though, and ended up bumping into the wall that was just by the door. His cheeks flushed a bit, and he was gone. We were gone. We were done. Never to kiss again. I wouldn't hold him ever again either. It was hard to take this all in. In a way it wasn't, because I'd just been thinking about it, but it was, because Iggy and I made a promise that we weren't ever going to leave each other.

Angel picked this time to come into my room. She'd never been in here before. None of the flock had, except for Iggy, but he couldn't see. Her eyes were open wide as she looked around, assessing all that she could, taking in every little detail she could before being ushered out.

"Fang, how come you hurt so much? And why are you confused? What does break up mean? And what don't you care about anymore?" she asked innocently. Here she was, a six year old child who was exposed to this. She was a child. I remember Jeb, that bastard, teaching me how to hold her when she was a baby. Now here she was, her golden curls surrounding her face as she questioned the status of my no longer existent relationship with Iggy.

"Nothing. All of that stuff means nothing. And don't worry, I don't hurt…" she cut me off.

"Yes you do Fang. I'll tell Max, she'll know what's wrong," but just as she started to leave I pulled out a chocolate candy bar from under my pillowcase from one of my recent trips into town. I'd been saving it for a time like this.

"Don't tell Max. You can have this if you promise not to. Deal?"

She cocked her head to the side, and her curls bounced. After thinking this over in her head for a total of four seconds, she looked at me and nodded. I proceeded to hand her the candy bar and kicked her out of my room after that.

When I heard Angel go downstairs, I reached back under my pillowcase to take out my best friend.

"When was the last time you saw me? Yesterday?" I told it as silent tears spilled down my cheeks and the cold metal came into contact with my skin.

Iggy's POV

I thought so long and so hard about this decision. I know it'd kill Fang, I knew it all along, but he'd been killing me the past week. Whenever we hung out, he seemed as if he was ten trillion worlds away. And his cutting had gotten worse. I couldn't stay in this relationship if he was killing himself slowly. It just wouldn't work for either of us. Either he'd kill himself, or I'd kill someone else with my pyromania.

Slowly I thought it over for the millionth time after going through with it. The immediate effects would be bad, but after a year or so, everything would heal up and Fang and I could be friends again. I hope.

I know that these first days will be hard to get through, but next week will be easier. With every passing week, it will become increasingly easier. And don't think that because I dumped Fang I'm going to immediately flock to Max or Nudge. Are they guys? Nope. I hope that answers all of your questions.

I heard a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I called out

"Max. Open the freaking door and give me this weeks laundry or you can walk around smelling like crap. Your choice."

I decided to go with the ever popular comeback.

"Or I can do it myself? Duh."

"Um, no you can't. You're blind. Duh. You couldn't see the controls on the machine. Now let me in."

Harsh. Crack out the blind jokes, why don't you? Without warning the knob clicked and her footsteps saturated the room with anger.

"Angel's not telling me something. I know it. I can tell. She tells me everything, and there's something she's keeping from me. Plus, she came downstairs with a chocolate bar. Iggy, you bribed her, didn't you? Alright where's the bomb? Are you working with the terrorist agencies now?"

Sometimes I wanted to slap Max so bad I had to restrain myself. I bet you can see why.

"And don't talk to Gazzy either. I don't want him ending up like you."

With that, she stomped out. At a time like this, I'd go to Fang for comfort. Those times were over.

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