A/N: Hey there guys. Whoa! It's been a long time since I done anything here. Yes, I admit that university life has finally caught up to me, and that I have fewer and fewer time to work on this. I once thought I could finish this story by October, but then, you know what?

BIG OVERSTATEMENT.

I'm really, really sorry on the fact that this single chapter took about two months to complete, and I thank you for all your patience. I had a blast in writing this, paid it off for doubling the number of words in this chapter; and as I am typing this, I hope that you would enjoy reading this as much as I did writing.

Before you go and read this chapter, though, there are two things I would like to address about Unlocked as a whole.

First up, the rating change. Unlocked has been 'upgraded' to a T rating. Yep, you've heard right, but I think some of you may have seen it coming sooner or later. Believe me, I DID NOT expect this rating change to come at this point, but I really had to slap it in due to a rather violent fight in the beginning-middle-ish of this chapter. The fight was completely improvised: I did not have it in the original script, and I had to put it in due to a mistake I wrote but I did not have the heart to remove it here. So there, Unlocked is officially 'upgraded', though I don't think that'll be a great problem since still allows default display of stories rated T haha.

Secondly, the observant of you may have noticed that a cover has been uploaded to this story. And…if you have read Unlocked carefully, you may have noticed that the character looks a bit…different to what I have described in the story. This is actually, ahem, a spoiler, yet I think it would be a good cover, since there are not many chapters till the end of Unlocked to be honest. But you know what about spoilers? SCREW THEM! :)

Finally, these two messages are addressed to these two people:

Guest: Wow, gee thanks! I'm glad you liked my story! It's glad to see that some people still read this humble, amateur story of mine, and I am really grateful for every support I get.

writingisrelaxin: Yep, I get it, I get it. That's really the major reaction most people got after reading chapter 10. I had tried my best to portray what it is like being betrayed and may have gone a wee bit over the edge. And…OH MY RALPH DID I READ WRONG OR DID YOU ASK IF THE SOLUTION IS TO FUSE THE ORIGINAL WITH THE CLONE?! No, uh, NO! I will not be fusing RJ with Ralph, or with anyone else! Sorry, but that's really my initial reaction in reading your comment. Other than that, thanks for your creative comment: another fanfic may has just spawned out of this! And yes, a solution will be addressed in this chapter, but you'll have to read to find out!

Okay, I'm done here. You can go read the chapter now. Hope you'll like it! :)

Chapter 11

Ralph

I start trekking up the path that led to the river near the train station, since Felix claimed that he saw RJ running in that direction earlier. To be brutally honest, I am quite reluctant about all of this, and deep down I believe that talking to RJ will not make that much of a difference. But…well, if Felix said it's worth a shot, then why not?

At least that'll help calm Felix down…

I do not carry anything from the dump, apart from a small hammer that I slipped into my pocket earlier. And no, not that kind of hammer, but Felix's Golden Hammer, the same one that healed me earlier. Felix said that clone or not, what I did to RJ was purely unacceptable, and that I really need to do something to redeem myself. Hence, the hammer; though I don't see it as anything that can help improve our current situation.

"You just walk up to the river, find him, say that you're sorry, and then ask him about why he wants to stay. Is that simple, Ralph, get it?" Felix had told me just before I left for the river. Seriously, is Felix's really that naïve? Does he really believe that will be able to solve this?!

Strangely, the river's completely silent, and the water seems unreal even from a distance. I stop at the edge of the water and gently dip a finger into the river. There's no doubt about it: the water's completely gone, just a blue projection of light remained. The earthquakes, the building, and now the river…God, why had I let that clone loose back in the first place?! Why?! With this rate, he is literally tearing our game apart, pixel by pixel, code by code! Wait till I get my hands…

I suddenly stop in my thoughts. Thinking about beating up RJ once more may land me into a fight again, which is probably the last thing Felix wants. Anger will not be the solution this time. "Breathe in, breathe out; breathe in, breathe out…" I mutter under my breath, trying to push my previous thoughts away. But deeply I know for certain that my anger will come back sooner or later, to the point that even I'll not be able to control.

I walk to the bridge which spans over the river, the single spot where one can cross to the other side without wetting himself. I set one foot on the bridge, which, for a character of my size and weight, is surprisingly sturdy. As I walk across it, I happen to glance down into the water suspended underneath, when seem I catch a glimpse of green peeking out from the blue. I stop, and lean over the bridge to take a closer look, and there is no mistaking the green polo and the dark blue overalls that I know a certain character always wears…

There he is. I found him.

Pleased with the fact that I'm able to find him so quickly, I literally hop off the bridge and gently put one foot into the water. Like I suspected, there is no sound of my foot getting into the water, nor is my foot wet. No wonder RJ picked this as his hiding place; unless you went close to the river, there is no sign that the water is gone.

I wade into the water and creep closer to the bridge, trying not to make any sound as I walk, trying not to let RJ know about my presence here…

"So, you're here to finish me off?" RJ asks in a mocking tone, not even turning around to see me.

I suck in my breath; busted. Even without making a sound, RJ somehow knows that it is me who is looking for him. And…he isn't happy about it.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." I say with my teeth clenched, trying to hide my anger bubbling underneath. "Do not punch him, Ralph; breathe in, breathe out…"

"And what? You're expecting that I'm just gonna go in and believe that?" He snorts out angrily "after everything that has just happened?"

"No, I-"

"Yeah, have fun beating up someone who - surprise! - is so-called dangerous and scorn them by calling them scoundrels. And then, sorry!" He sings in a high-pitched voice "'I made a terrible mistake earlier, and now I am hoping that you'll forgive me for not punching you up again~' And besides, why do you even bother to come here? I'll be gone when the game gets unplugged, and you'll be off and away riding unicorns and stuff. No need to waste your remaining energy finishing me up."

"BECAUSE YOU ARE DANGEROUS!" I yell back at him, my temper flaring like mad. I can't believe it! All this chaos and destruction and still he refuses to admit he is the Bad Guy here! He still thinks that I'm wrong for being here? Why should I still have sympathy for this parasite here?!

This is it, this is the last straw. I stand up quickly, raising my fists, about to bang them down on RJ…

I am not fast enough.

Very rapidly, RJ stands up, turns around to face me, and with one powerful swing of his arm, pushes me backward until my back is slammed against the curved, muddy walls that cupped the water. I let out a loud "Ooof!" and feel a wince of pain spread like lightning through my code, stunning me for a split second. For a guy that has just been heavily beaten up a few moments ago, he still packs a huge punch of power in him.

But then again, he's no ordinary guy…

RJ reels his right arm back, fingers already curled into fists, about to land another blow on me. I roll quickly to my right, narrowly avoiding RJ's punch. He screams in anger as he tries to free his deeply-implanted fist from the muddy wall, while I see this as a chance to get away and attack my opponent from behind. By the time his hand is free, I have crept behind him and I shove him towards the wall, trying to implant the rest of his body into the mud as well.

He lets out a loud groan, then with some effort, manages to free one of his legs and kick me by the shins. I let out a howl as I fall to the ground, moaning with agony, but not before grabbing one of RJ's legs from behind and pulling him down with me...

Whoops, my bad.

RJ twists in my grasp, and suddenly, he is kneeling on top of me, getting an absolute advantage over me. He punches me hard, in my face, on my chest, everywhere. RJ doesn't stop; the blows just keep on coming. My face feels numb, and I feel weak, as my code bleeds out of the newly-created wounds.

"GOD, RALPH; I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" RJ screams in my face, lashing out physical pain continuously as he did so. His left eye is still swollen shut, and his face is a physical wreck; but there is no doubting the anger glaring out from his expressions.

Code is bleeding all over my face, and my vision is getting blurry. With some of my remaining strength, I manage to grab hold one of RJ's arms and throw it, along with the rest of him, over my shoulder. He lands on the ground with a terrific THUMP, and when I don't hear anything for a while, I stand up, wiping the bleeding code from my eyes, and glance down at RJ. Like me, his whole body is riddled with wounds and bleeding with code, his is green compared to mine's red.

I slam a palm on RJ's chest, pushing him further into the ground while I keep on punching him with the other hand. It is at that moment that he chooses to wake up, and animates to life underneath my hand. RJ glances from side to side with his good eye, registering where he is. Suddenly, he squirms and twists underneath my fingers, glitching left and right as he does so, trying to get out of my grasp. I curse inside, hoping he would stop moving soon. But no, he doesn't stop; he doesn't stop, and even tries to bite my hand to free himself. "Let go of me, scoundrel!" He yells, kicking and biting me whenever he can, still refusing to surrender.

That's. Freaking. It.

"SHUT UP!" I raise my hand up and instinctively, RJ snaps his good eye shut and stops squirming. It is as if someone has flipped the "Off" switch on him and told him that it was no use for him to keep fighting me. He breathes hard, as if trying to tell me he has finally quit fighting. I, triumphant, curl my hand into a fist, and let out a victory as I am about to land my hand on my prey…

That's when I hear it: the sound of rushing water in the distance. Then my body is hit with what seems like a huge moving wall, making me slip my grasp on RJ. Something rushes into my mouth, and I am swept off my feet. A horrific thought sweeps through my head as I try to claw my nails into the ground.

The water, it is back!

Even with my hands firmly implanted into the ground, my body is no match to the gigantic wall of water that slams at us from the side. My head crashes into the ground, stirring dirt all over my face. Mouth already full of water, I know I don't have much time underwater until I can't hold it any longer. I try to scramble my way back up to the surface, desperate for fresh air, desperate not to die and possibly get regenerated at the bottom of the river.

My body floats upward, but my hands won't budge. They just keep stuck in the ground, refusing to move with the rest of me.

I let out a mental groan and with all my might, shake and try to pull my arms out from the mud. My arms where it got implanted into the mud started to sore and grow red, but I clench my teeth together and close my eyes, continuing to try and free both my arms.

My body is strong, but the mud is even stronger. No matter how hard, how long I try, I cannot free my hands. I cannot free them. I can't! Already tired from the previous fight, I can feel my strength beginning to fade, weighing me down into the bottom of the river, sinking me. Light-headed, I don't resist, I don't. I know I'm dead for good, but I really have no strength left in me to fight back…

"Just…let me go." I think "Just let me die and regenerate somewhere better…"

Suddenly, just when I feel that I'm totally doomed, I feel something, or somethings, warp around me on both sides, giving my arms sharp, painful tugs until they break free of the mud, and I start being hauled upward. The second I break the surface, I snap my eyes open and, seeing the ledge nearby, grab hold tight to it with my massive hands. Then I cough—hard, spitting out water and gasping to breathe.

I am so busy in my actions, that I don't even realize to that point I don't know what, or who, rescued me. I glance upwards, and I see him:

Ralph Junior.

His clothes are stuck to his body, wet and splattered with green coding. He just stands there, looking at me, but not saying anything. His hands are badly bruised, probably not just from the fight, but also by the action of saving me from the river…

For a while, we just look at each other, as if to register what really just happened. Then finally, I break the silence.

"Why…why did you do this? Why did you save me?"

"Don't know…" He replies bluntly with a small shrug. He then turns away from me. I scramble up from the rushing river after him. "Stop!" I tell him "Stop!"

RJ doesn't stop.

I chase after him, calling and yelling for him to stop. I think I must have annoyed him, because eventually, he turns around to face me, clearly irritated. "What now?" He asks me "Why are you here? Coming back for seconds? Our fight was not fierce enough?!"

"No!" I argue back. I am about to say something more when I remember the Hammer that I have in my pocket-dang it! Did it fell out during the fight? I fumble in my pocket, and yes! There it is! The Hammer! It's still here! I tug the hammer out and hold it up to RJ. "No, for…this."

Before he can even move, I have stepped forward and held RJ by the jaw. He tries to squirm, but he is unmovable under my grasp. Very, very gently, I reach out with the Hammer and softly tap it against his face.

The change is instantaneous. RJ's face flickers for a second or two, then suddenly, it is as good as new, completely clear of dried code and bruises, no sign of which it has been beaten up earlier. RJ blinks, with both now-functioning eyes, and then gingerly, brings his hands up to his face, his fingers running over the smooth, undamaged skin in astonishment. "But…but why?" He squeaks out.

I don't answer.

"Why?!" He asks again, his both hands opening up for emphasis. Now he's the one asking questions; he must haven't expected this to happen.

I drop the Hammer into his open palm. "I think it's time we become even." I gesture to the Hammer in his hand "Go and fix yourself up."

"Maybe," he mutters, yet I can see a faint but definite trace of a smile creeping up his lips. RJ shrugs, then reaches forward and taps me with the Hammer anyway.

A few minutes later, I sit next to RJ by the river, our bodies completely healed, just glancing ahead without saying anything. And it is at that time I remember why I came to find him…

I scoot closer to RJ, and without looking at him, I slowly ask "RJ, what was it like, before you were unlocked?"

RJ does not say anything, but uses an oversized finger to doodle random patterns in the ground. It might be the lighting, the way his wet clothes cling to him, or the posture that he is sitting with his back hunched, he seems younger, smaller; to the point that I am convinced that I am waiting a teen or a child instead of a full-grown adult to reply.

A minute passes, and still he makes no sound, continuing to draw scribbles mindlessly in the ground. Then, finally, he draws in a huge sigh, and looks up at me.

"Dark," he squeaks out "you're in a huge dark cube, one without any seams, sealed very tightly. There are no doors, no windows."

"Oh, RJ…" I find myself muttering, since this isn't something that I'm expecting; but before I can continue, RJ cuts me off.

"And you're in the middle, trapped inside." He chokes out a sob, and then he finishes "Alone."

I gasp, instantly forgetting most of my earlier hatred towards RJ. If I remember correctly, RJ said he's been locked up for a long time, if he's not lying; then… "Oh RJ," I say again "I didn't know, I didn't know; I'm sorry, I-"

"But that's not the worst bit…" RJ mutters before turning away. I gasp again softly, completely engrossed in RJ's words, my code pulsing along with the rhythm in his voice.

"The worst bit is that when you're locked up, you're not…you."

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" I shout, my voice louder than it normally should be.

"When you're in the cube, you…lose your form. You're nothing but a cluster of a million tiny pixels, scattered around inside the cube, no sign of proof that you are the remains of a living character."

He lets out a small choke, then continues. "You can't speak, but you can see, and probably hear, not that there is much to see and hear in there anyway. It's just you in the cube, there's not even a clock to show the time, not even a chalk to mark how long the days have passed. It's just you…broken up. Forever." He breaks away from me and buries his head in his hands, sobbing harder and harder by the second, until it becomes a piercing wail that he couldn't contain.

I pull away from him, completely horrified by his words. Is he lying? No, by the looks of it, by the tone he spoke to me about this matter, by the way he sobbed and chocked when he brought the matter up, by the look of true terror in his eyes when he spoke...

Felix was right, Felix was right. RJ was indeed hiding something else all along, and it isn't pretty. Up until now, I had assumed that before he got unlocked, RJ would be unconscious, trapped in a deep sleep with his backstories until he got summoned, never knowing how much time has passed before he got unlocked. But if what RJ said was true, then…

"I'm…" I start, but then I stop, overcome by my own sadness for RJ. All the anger from the fight has now burnt away, as I am consumed by misery of RJ's words. Sure, RJ's a clone, but does he really deserve this? Or come to think of it, does anyone deserve this? An eternity of being trapped alone, stripped of your own identity, and then getting glares and immense hatred right after getting their freedom; does anyone deserve this?!

No, not anyone; not even RJ.

Compared with what RJ went through in the hours before and after he got unlocked, all my tantrums and rage from all these years ago all seem nothing horrific. All these years, trapped inside a seamless prison, trying not to lose his identity and sanity while broken up into pixels, not even having the chance to voice out his opinions. Poor guy; clone or not, he really deserves more…

"I'm sorry." I finally let out. I drape my arm over RJ's shoulder, as if to comfort him.

Suddenly, without warning, my brother -yes, that's what I'm calling him now- turns and flings his arms around my body, and starts sobbing into my chest. As I watch, I am reminded for Vanellope, how she tries to wrap her tiny arms around my huge chest and cry, pouring her feelings into me after a rough day. 'Really just a kid,' I think as RJ keeps on sobbing, his tears soaking my shirt 'he's really just a kid.'

After I've recovered from my shock, I put one of hands on RJ's back and start to pat it softly. "There, there…" I mutter, as RJ continues to sob, "I'm sorry, I have been a complete jerk. Please, RJ, forgive me; you don't deserve any of this. If you don't want to get locked up again, then it's fine by me, we'll, uh, we'll find another way to save the game…"

As soon as I finish saying that sentence, RJ pulls back from me sharply, his eyes bloodshot from crying. But as I look into them, I see something else burning inside, something that I haven't seen before:

Determination.

"No Ralph, if I continue to stay, you'll be the ones homeless. I may be gone when the game gets unplugged, but what about you guys? You'll be out there, wandering, trying not to get yourselves killed."

"Well, we, um-"

"No; just, NO!" RJ yells, at the same time pushing himself away from me and standing up "I can't do that! I can't do that! I'm already a selfish scoundrel in what I did to you and your game earlier, and I cannot keep on doing this! I can't just go and kick out all out of this game! You belong here, I don't! Sorry, Ralph, but I can't do it, I just can't!" He turns and walks away from me, and I quickly jump up on my feet to follow him.

"But you do belong here!" I argue back, chasing after him. "You're my brother!"

"Don't." He shoots back, still walking away. "And don't you try to change my mind by saying I belong here. That is a lie, Ralph, a complete lie. I am just a clone, just a waste of space and coding. And I don't need you, or anyone, to prove that this is true."

"STOP RIGHT HERE! LIKE, RIGHT NOW!" I command him. When he doesn't stop, again, I reach forward and grab him by the shoulders, my nails digging into his skin so hard that he winces, and finally stops.

"You can't leave, RJ! You know that, right?"

"Then what? I stay and get washed away with the game while you guys go homeless?! Nope! Can't do that! Yes, I know I have said this many, many times already, but no, Ralph! I can't do it!" He forces his elbow backward and jams me in the chest at the last syllable.

Groaning, I gather myself up and find that RJ has now turned and faced me, his eyes blazing harder with determination. I try to speak, but I catch myself at the last second, realizing that no matter what comes out of my lips, RJ would be sure to refute it easily, that I really have no say in determining his fate. No matter how hard I persuade, how loud I shout, nothing will change RJ's mind. I sigh: stubbornness indeed ran in the family.

"You have to delete me, Ralph. You have to. It's the only way that you can save this game." RJ says, before I can even start.

I sigh again; only this time, it is out of relief other than desperateness. "RJ," I say softly, as if trying to coax him to put down his idea of leaving the game in his own terms, "I'm very sorry, but there really is no point in deleting a character. Codes are complex things, wired to the mains in ways we don't even understand; characters can never be completely deleted. Really. Believe me, someone tried to delete the code of my very best friend from another game, and she ended up being a glitch, like you. Complete deletion of a character is nearly impossible. We'll never do it."

RJ falls silent. He glances down at the ground, not saying anything. I let out a small mental cheer, celebrating at myself for steering RJ away from doing something terrible. Great, now I just have to tell Felix that I apologized and that we can start finding a cure to our game!

But my happiness doesn't last long…

"Well, then there must be some other way to get rid of me, right? You can't delete me, since you said that it is impossible; and I cannot go and just hurl myself off the side of the building: the building's gone, and I'm still here, in my game, I'm sure I'll be immediately regenerated."

I suck in my breath hard: not only had I failed in creating a diversion, but he's now thinking on the terms of suicide! What good is that here?! I'm completely knocked back to square one with this response.

Frustrated, I yell "Well, what do you want then?! WHAT, RJ, WHAT?!"

He sighs and glances up "Then there's only one way left to save the game…"

He pauses, then lets the words fall into place.

"You have to lock me up again."

"BUT THAT'S PRACTICALLY SUICIDE!" I yell back. "You hate being locked up, and you mentioned the conditions are terrible there. I'm not going to bring you back to the place where you don't belong!"

"You have to do it!" RJ snaps back in my face.

"RJ…" I start, trying to stop him.

"'CAUSE I DON'T WANNA BE THE BAD GUY ANYMORE!"

I freeze, quite literally freeze, as my own words from long ago hit back at me. Back then, when I said the exact same words, it was out of frustration and jealousy, out of envy and desperation. Those words then driven me down the path of literal chaos and destruction, wreaking havoc more than a Bad Guy should do. But when RJ said them…I can see that it is not out of any of the things that I just mentioned, but because he is really caring for our game, and that it is out of regret and shame. The very same words, but so unlike in context and meaning. And as I stand looking at RJ, I can't help but see him as someone different, someone more than just a clone or a real character…

But still the problem remains…

"I. Cannot. Lock. You. Up. Period." I spit out.

"But the game…" RJ protests.

"That's not an excuse. I won't let you, nor myself, nor anyone do it. I swear. Now, if you just…" My sentence gets cut off at that exact moment as I see a flash of blue peeking out from the forest. I sharpen up my gaze, and then gasp.

"Felix?! Why are you here?"

"I wanted answers, that's all." He walks closer and looks at us up and down. "Let me guess: you two fought again."

"WE DID NOT!" I deny.

"Did too." Felix said back, "I saw you two fighting in the river, fighting like idiots."

I roll my eyes. "How long have you been here, brother?"

"Long enough to hear anything you just said and did." He replies back, walking towards us.

I do an eye-roll again. It is then that I notice RJ is no longer by my side, and has ran and knelt down in front of Felix.

"Please Felix," he pleads "please lock me up again. Please!"

"RJ, I-"

"Please!" He cries again, clutching Felix's sides tightly as he does so. "Ralph won't listen, he won't do it. Please, only you can do it, only you know what is right for our game. My presence here is a mistake. Lock me up again!"

"Don't listen to him!" I cry, desperate. I run to RJ, trying to get him back onto his feet, but he still remains kneeling in front of Felix, refusing to budge. "Felix, you have to listen to me!"

RJ turns and suddenly pushes me to the ground. "I'm getting myself locked up again, and you can't stop me! Don't listen to him, Felix, please!"

I start to argue back when I see it: RJ is glitching again, and this time, he doesn't stop. Seconds later, the ground tears up beneath us, shaking and quaking. I scream, and I grab hold of RJ, who has somehow grabbed Felix in one of his hands, and we huddle together as the world crashes in around us. As the game shakes, RJ is squealing and crying, clutching his body in pain as flashes of green rips his code apart again and again and again. Amid the chaos, I manage to throw both my arms around RJ and Felix, and although I can feel his glitch pulsing though my code, and I determined to hold on the entire time.

So there we are, three dudes clutching each other in the grassland like crazy, holding on as the world falls in pieces around us. For how long, I don't know, it seems like forever.

Finally, the world stops shaking, and everything is dead quiet. I let go of RJ and stand up.

What I see is totally not what I expected.

What used to be trees in the edge of the clearing, code has replaced them; raw, messy coding, dripping down and running in the cracks. The ground around us has caved in, like a crater, sides also running with raw code. When I walk out of the crater, the landscape I see far away is blurred, as if they are not physical anymore…

By now, RJ and Felix had climbed out and they stand next to me. RJ gingerly approaches me and says. "Please, Ralph. I am tearing the game apart, I know I am. I can't stop myself, even if I want to. But…you can, only you two can. Get rid of me, save this game."

I don't answer immediately, since I am too mesmerized by the damage and destruction all around us. RJ keeps pleading me, clutching at my arm to get my attention.

"Please…"

It is at those moments that I think I'm at a crossroads, where I need to make some of the most important decisions in my life. Here, I am given a choice: either let my brother loose and crash the whole game, or I save this game…for the price of RJ. An emotional fight is brewing up, swelling up inside me. Every fibre of my code is screaming at me not to let RJ go, not to return him to his dark, grey past. But as I see the world damaged around us, I can't help but think that if I let him go, the game would continue to crash and everyone would be homeless. It would be extremely selfish of myself. And RJ…didn't he say not to worry about him, that he's willing to accept his fate?

Don't do it, Ralph, don't do it! My mind screams. I clutch my head in agony, but it only worsened the pain. With RJ and Felix looking intensely on at me, I know I have to make a choice now, before everything around us crashes down again, before we can afford to lose anything more…

Then, finally, bombarded by my emotions and burdened down by my pain, I made the worst move I've made in my entire life.

My head bobs down, then back up. From a point of view, it is nothing really, just a simple nod. But in that instant, that nod means something more: a clear sign of my choice.

Yes.

The reaction is immediate. RJ, seeing this, climbs out of the crater and starts to run. "Good, bring a chest, and also a few locks. We're doing this."

"Wait, we're doing this now?!" Felix asks, trying to catch up.

"Yes, now; like, right now." RJ calls back. "Ralph, you coming?"

I hear him, but my legs can't seem to move, my body feels unusually heavy, and I can't seem to drag myself over to RJ. They might not see it, but inside me, everything is crashing down, breaking, wrecking. Bucketfuls of emotions and feeling are pouring all over me. Soaked by all of this, I can't help but to let tears flow out of my eyes as the previous scene replays again and again in my mind.

Yes.

"Hey, you coming?!" He asks again.

Yes.

"RALPH!" He screams at me. "Aren't you coming or not?!"

Slowly, very slowly, I wipe the tears and lumber after RJ and Felix, my mind singing the song of a thousand regrets.

A/N: So, here it is. I hope you liked it. Can't wait to share the next one with you guys! :)