Hey Guys,

I'm so sorry, I've been away for a while, but I did have a lot of issues going on. School, health, it's a crazy life my friends. But I want you guys to know how grateful I am for you guys appreciating me and loving me and believing in me.

Recently, I thought about quitting writing, but the thought that you guys still believe me is enough for me to open up my laptop and start a new document.

Thank you so much, and here is the special 3rd POV I promised. Get ready, it's a doozy.

See ya at the bottom!

Nina ran so far away, that the others had decided to leave her. They thought they should look for Fabian as well, so they spilt up, allowing Nina to run on her own.

Meanwhile, with Nina, she was panting, her clothes and skin were filthy with layers of dirt from her epic trip into a pile of mud, and her face was tore with scratches from a tree branch, and yet her feet kept moving. Behind her were trees, beside her were trees, and way ahead, in front of her was Fabian.

Nina had yet to find him, and her phone had told her, that she had been calling his name and looking for him for an hour.

Her petite body was now leaning against a tree trunk, and she lifted her phone, trying to get a bar. Before, when she found about Fabian's secret, she had forgotten the common sense to try calling him again, but by the time she had pulled out her phone to dial, she had no bars.

The red NO SERVICE sign flashed on her screen, and she tucked in her phone, before running ahead.

"Fabian!" she yelled, "Fabian! It's just me, Nina!" She saw small figure move about a hundred feet away, and she ran faster. The figure ducked, and she yelled, "Fabian! It's me! Don't worry!"

There was silence, but she knew it was him. He always put on so much cologne that he smelled like an ocean from a mile away. But that was one of the things that Nina accepted about him, one of the things that made him special.

"It's ok, I'm alone! No one's going to hurt you!" she tried reassuring him. "Fabian, we just want you back home." Silence. "God, Fabian, just come out and at least face me!"

"Nina?" a voice called, from behind her. She spun around, and there he was.

Fabian.

"Fabian? But then…" she turned around, trailing off, as a beaver came from behind the bushes and scurried away from them.

Nina laughed the tears out of her eyes. She turned around, seeing Fabian smile, and she wrapped her arms around him. He was stiff, but Nina expected that, and she still laid her head on his shoulder. But when he tugged both his arms around her, she still smiled, into his shirt, breathing his unbearable cologne.

"You're ok," she stated.

"Yeah," he said, almost hesitantly.

She pulled away, still holding onto his hands, tears pooled in her eyes. "You're really ok."

"Yeah," he breathed.

She glanced down at their joined hands, and let go.

Fabian stuffed his hands in his pockets, but he forgot to pull down his sleeve.

Nina grabbed his arm, and pushed the sleeve up further. "Fabian…"

He pulled away, tugging the sleeve down.

"I saw, in your room, but I was just… hoping…"

"What'd you see in my room?" he questioned.

"The razor. I saw the blood tangled in the sheets with it, oh my God, Fabian…"

"I knew it," he said. "I knew you'd judge me."

"No," she responded immediately. She grabbed his hands. "I'm not judging. I see you as you, Fabian. I see you as the smart, quiet, friendly boy I first saw. I just need to know why."

"It's hard, I don't want to talk about it. It just, it relieves the pain, Nina."

"Not forever, not until you feel it again, and then you swipe again. I can't-Fabian, one day they'll be no more skin to swipe. I need you to know that, it's not the way. It's not how you should relieve the pain."

"Nina, you don't know what it's like," he began, trembling, tears leaking, "I feel so alone, like a part of me is gone. I just want it to be over."

Nina hugged him, and began crying just like he was, "I do. God, I do."

They stayed like that for another hour, while their house members walked about, not even hearing their sobs of despair.

It was their secret.

X.

"Ok," Nina said, an hour later, "We have to go." She wiped away her tears, as Fabian began to swipe at his eyes with his sleeve. "We got to go back."

Fabian didn't like it, but he didn't reject it either.

As they trudged back, Nina's hand on Fabian's upper arm, the light from the school now reflected very well. As soon as, Fabian turned his head to chance a glimpse of Nina before he went back in, he stopped walking.

Nina's dirty blonde hair was now literally, dirty. Scrapes of mud caked his fingers, and a few cuts along her forehead caught Fabian's attention. Her grip on his arm tightened, and he realized that when he thought she was holding to support him, she was really doing it to support herself.

"God, Nina, what happened?" Fabian asked, gingerly touching her face, where a part of her skin was broken.

Even this small action brought tears to Nina's eyes. "Can we go? Please?"

"Nina, I don't think you can make it," Fabian told her.

"Yes, I can, let's just go," she told him, courageously. She let go of his arm, and walked forward. She was at least twenty feet, ahead of him, when she stopped. Fabian instantly took off, and could hear her, as he got closer, saying, "It's so dizzy…" Just as her body was hitting the ground, Fabian swopped in, and grabbed her. Her eyes were shut and mouth was parted open, in the midst of forming a word.

Locking one arm under her knees and one under her head, Fabian began jogging back to Anubis. He was about a hundred feet 'til he got there, when Nina started waking up. "What…"

"It's ok, Nina," Fabian said. He could see Patricia up ahead by now, she was walking back inside when he began yelling at her, but she couldn't hear.

"Fabian, put me down," Nina said instantly.

"What? No, Nina, you can't-"

"Put. Me. Down." She demanded, fears of Mara entering her brain.

"Ok," he replied, putting her on her feet. She gripped his arm, and together they walked back inside.

Everyone was instantly all over them, especially Fabian, who they hadn't seen in nearly four hours. Amber and Patricia went over to Nina, who was gripping the door handle, her body tired, and her mind spinning. "I'm ok," she repeated, "I just, ran a lot."

Joy cast worried looks her way, which Nina caught, but she just nodded back to her.

Mara was trying to talk to Fabian, but he obviously wasn't in the mood to chat with her. He spoke quickly to Mick and Alfie, before heading to his room.

Joy and Mara left upstairs while Mick, Jerome and Alfie stood in the hallway, talking to each other. Amber and Patricia were trying to coax Nina to come upstairs, but she was prohibiting that idea. "I need to talk to him," she informed them. Eventually, they let her go, under the promise she'd come upstairs after the conversation was over.

Nina headed to Fabian's room, and knocked on it. After hearing a little shuffling and something crashing, she heard a come in.

When she saw glass on the floor, she didn't want to say what came to her mind, so she kept it in, until he would tell her.

"I just dropped the cup, I didn't- I mean it wasn't- it was just-"

She sighed. His stuttering meant the truth. "It's fine, Fabian. I just was wondering if you wanted to talk."

"About," he was now standing, and was very slowly inching his way over to his desk, where the black book was resting on.

"What happened…" she trailed off.

"I'm not really comfortable talking about it, Nina," he said kind of shyly.

"That's ok," she said. Then she looked around, shrugging. "Then, uh, I guess I better go."

"Ok," Fabian told her.

"Ok," she responded.

"Good night," he wished her.

"'Night." She shut the door behind her, and Fabian waited ten seconds before opening the book, and turning the page with Nina's name on it. He smiled before turning the page, to the one with messy and eligible handwriting. He frowned and began to retrace the name.

The first letter. Then the next. The next. It was six letters in total. He curved the final e, in a fancy way.

Jerome.

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Next Chapter: I have a couple of big things coming up, so maybe May 15th? I'll be on time, I'm telling you.

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