A/N: Sorry for the late update, was running outta ideas. Now it may seem weird but all will tie up in later chapters. Please review it means a lot! (Short chapter btw I'll try longer ones)

Krystal walked behind the building, until nobody could see her anymore. She felt… hopeless, in a way. She would never be able to be honest to Helia. She would never be able to be fully herself with the people she loves. Likes, the girl corrected herself.

She didn't know whether she should take a distance to make herself feel better. But… at the same time she still needed to protect Flora, and for that closure with Helia was necessary. Also… she did enjoy being with him, in complete honesty. The motives were fake, but her feelings weren't.

The girl's throat felt dry, but she didn't complain, even to herself. Krystal wasn't a person for complaints, she was a person that liked to keep her silence even through pain. Like right now, for her head kept getting dizzier.

Krystal sat down on a bench, taking out her book again, but soon decided it wasn't a good idea. Her head kept getting heavier and heavier, as her insides felt on flames. She felt her forehead. No fever, only cold sweat. And then it all faded away.

She didn't know when and how, even why. As Krystal opened her eyes again, she was in an unfamiliar place. She quickly got up, looking around, shaking. Her worst fear was to be kidnapped. Only, when she looked at the person sitting next to her bed, she saw calming blues instead of icy grey.

"You fainted.", the boy said, jokingly.
Krystal didn't know what to think.
"Thank you for the information, Helia.", she let out, before starting to get up.
However, the boy stopped her.
"The nurse said you need to stay here for awhile."
"Well tell her I have better things to do.", grumbled Krystal.
She then started picking up her things, walking away.

And then it happened again. A flash of light, like a bonfire that just lit up in her brain. Pain. Then nothing. Then those calming blues again.
"See, I told you you needed to rest."
Krystal just looked at him, eyes full of icy fire.
"Fine. But you, out.", she spit grumpily as she sat down on the infirmary bed.
"Hey, I just want to help."
"I don't need help."
The boy smirked, before replying.
"If I wasn't there, you'd still be laying on the ground."

Krystal knew. She knew she needed it. But that just set her up even more. Why the hell did her fucking past have to ruin everything!? Come between her and her present, her future, her always… Even when she hugged him he was still miles apart, and that was how things would be forever… and ever. All of that anger, those lies between her and Helia, that stress from the scholarship, the paranoia concerning Flora, and so much more things she wanted to forget. It just all exploded.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! I DON'T NEED ANYONE!"
"Well it's nice to see how different you are when you're not begging me for something…"
Just then the nurse arrived, as the boy quickly walked away, a look of disappointment in his eyes.

As he stepped out of the building, Helia didn't know what to think. He knew his words were harsh, but he was only speaking the truth. What was wrong with Krystal? Where was that girl he once knew? And why did she have to be so secretive? So bipolar? Hell, she made him go crazy, and he was tired of it. Both of their egos were far too big, and he knew no one would apologize first. Certainly not him, at least. Helia was just happy that she was alright.

"Hey, Helia! How is Krystal?", asked Mirta as he walked over to her. Class was ending soon, for he had stayed by the girl for the whole afternoon.
"I guess she is fine.", he mumbled, still irritated.
"Flora was worried, you know, because they had a meeting planned."
Helia thought for a few seconds.
"You know what, I'll go with her."
"You sure?", Mirta looked up from her clip board, surprised.
"Yeah."
"Okay, then. She's waiting by the cherry blossoms."
"Got it."

And sure there was Flora. Her honey locks blowing in the chilly wind of October. Her hazel eyes looking down to her notebook as she scribbled word after word. Her olive complexion glowing in the last of sunlight.

"Hey, Flora!"
The girl looked up.
"Is Krystal okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine, don't worry."
"What about our meeting then? We had to discuss the graphics for the posters."
Helia smiled.
"I'll go with you."