When tongues dance, nothing interrupts the music unless it's not of the taste.

When souls dance, everything interrupts their connection, unless they're astrologically bonded together.

And right now, as my lips are sealed with the well known vanilla ones I can't help but notice the planeness of their feeling, for their flavor is long lost and their sweetness is completely bitter.

And they remain just as described...as if they refuse to react with the extraction I'm trying to add in with my lips, for neither too much nor too little appears in it. It's still plain vanilla.

"Jackson, it's midnight," I try to interrupt against his lips, looking up at him to feel him backing off.

"Sorry, I got carried away." He held my cheeks, giving them the last peck before we heard footsteps echoing through the grand library.

"I hope you guys are all done. We're supposed to be closing now."

"Is there anybody waiting for me outside?"

"There's a Ross, uhh-.."

"That's him," I smiled, standing up to brush my pleated, short, pink skirt, packing my bag with the different highlighted sheets.

My hand accidentally brushed over his, making me blush, knowing he looked at me as it did. But only I know, I couldn't watch his ice-cold eyes because I couldn't show him my currently very light ones.

"My car is that way, so...bye, bye?" He smirked making me bite my lip to prevent the forming smile.

"Take care driving," my lips landed on his cheeks in a warm, soft kiss as I rubbed my cold elbows.

"You too, cutie."

I watched him leave through the glass door right behind us and I followed the sleepy brunette through the softly dimmed building, passing by every gigantic cupboard.

My cold skin was uneven due to the goosebumps that are risen on it, as I was only wearing a light, cream tank top.

My Heeled Mary Janes clicked, echoing everywhere, which was no help in decreasing my developing anxiousness.

It was only a girl ahead of me and yet I was holding on to my backpack for life.

I tried to breathe in evenly until the sight of the main door came in view and Ross' car was visible right behind it, calming me down.

"Thank you and your family for the donations," she sent a soft smile making me return the gesture, softly mumbling back the thanking.

She opened the door, allowing me to nervously walk in front of her to the car as she went on her own way.

I opened the black door and sat down, placing the backpack on my lap.

My eyebrows never shifted to Ross' until I had closed my eyes, took three long, shaky breaths, then separated my tangled hands.

"Hey," I smiled, hating the feeling of my warm cheeks and cold body.

"Hey. How was your day?" His genuine smile brought me peace again as I watched him take his jacket off to spread it across my freezing torso.

"Alright. Just a little tiring," my heart blossomed at the feeling of his warm hands trying their best to make me feel occupied in the oversized jacket.

"Well, we're going home to spend a very relaxing night, so that'll easily be solved."

"You'll spend the night at mine?"

"It's going to be the other way around," he started the engine in again, buckling his seatbelt after doing mine to drive off slowly in the direction of his penthouse.

"What about Dad?"

"I know your father is away for the weekend, Lia. He called me and asked me to come visit through both days but I just told him you can simply sleepover. Is that fine with you?"

I bit my lip in complete embarrassment, realizing what my father had admitted to my doctor.

"I'm okay with it," I softly said, making him glance at me with a smile. I was too busy warming up in his ridiculously cozy jacket and too embarrassed to utter another syllable.

The harsh awkwardness was awfully developing...it wasn't just a quiet ride home, it was an awkward ride home and I knew he felt it, too by the way he cleared his throat a couple of times.

"I never noticed they renewed that library," he attempted to break it, making me mentally thank him as my head went numb for a split second, trying to form a sentence.

"Dad donated a good amount of money. Both him and I go there a lot."

His hazel eyes were fixed on the road, humming to the faint music playing in the background. "That's amazing. More people now visit it. It used to feel empty."

"I guess it doesn't anymore. Jackson tagged along with me...he doesn't like unknown, unpopular places."

His eyebrows furrowed at my statement, making me giggle a little, completely getting him, "I know. Unknown, unpopular places are the best to spend time at."

"Exactly. You did have a good time though, right?"

"Well," I stared ahead of me, sighing lightly, "yeah."

"Explains why your cheeks are awfully red," he smirks, making me grow even redder. "Care to explain what happened in there, princess?"

"Nothing too serious, just a kiss."

"You had your first make-out session at a library? Wild."

"Stop teasing me, I'm already awfully awkward and shy and- unnfff," he broke my rambling off after parking his car and holding my cheeks.

"You're very cute when you ramble."

"You're very mean when you get me awfully shy!" I unbuckled my seatbelt, watching him smirk wide as I wore his jacket properly, zipping it.

He stared at me through it all, making me take glances at him until I sat properly, ready to leave the car. "What?"

"Tu a l'air très petite dans ma veste."

"Merci, mais Je veux dormir s'il vous plaît, so let's go," I giggled, making him unbuckle his seatbelt too, chuckling along.

"Alright, sleepyhead."

I left the car, watching him unlock it before taking my backpack to hold it for me as we entered the building.

The elevator slid open after verifying his card, automatically closing to take him to his penthouse.

"Are your exams coming soon?"

"Next week. Is it that obvious?"

"It's alright. You're going to do great. I believe in that you'll top everyone's best," he smiled, stepping aside to let me enter the grand home. "Don't stress yourself, yeah?"

"I'll try my best," I grinned taking my jacket off, watching him head to the kitchen.

"Do you want anything warm to drink?"

"Can I have warm milk? I haven't slept in nearly two days," I bit my lip, sitting on the counter across him.

He poured himself a glass of wine after igniting the stove, preparing my mug with honey instead of sugar. "Do you need to change?"

"No, thank you," I shyly replied, dangling and swinging my feet as he sent me a warm smile.

"You looked very beautiful tonight."

"Thank you...y-you looked great, too."

Sometimes these little things bring back sense to me.

I'm not alone in the library with Jackson anymore, I'm not studying with him for our french exam and I'm not playing footsies with him and I'm not making out with him in my cherry lipgloss. I'm not anxious. I'm not watching a cold hearted guy fake emotions to me.

I'm alone with Ross, sitting on his counter, dangling my sock-covered feet, watching him prepare me a mug of warm milk that could help me sleep tonight, staring at his tired yet full of life features that seem to ignite nothing but energy. I feel safely occupied.

"Here you go," he softly mumbled, handing me my mug carefully before he took his own glass, taking a sip of the sparkling, red liquid. I watched him in awe as he gulped it down, staring into vast. His eyes too bright to hide anything, I figured out I shouldn't look into it for too long.

Taking in his masculinity hit me like a freight train and I immediately looked down, blushing madly as the warm milk ran down my throat.

"Slowly, dingus. Don't rush."

I only recall chuckling embarrassingly before I was dragged into his room, protesting about being sleepy. But I remember too well having him tuck me in, then join me after I begged.

And now I'm supposed to be asleep...but I can feel every little movement around me. Whether it's his rising chest and his even breaths or my heart beating in a dramatic pace or my mind pulsing and the invisible droplets of sweat on my forehead that land with an inaudible thud on the pillow...

And the second I heard that, was the moment I felt my heart hollow. As if a sudden piece went missing and I never knew about it until this right instant.

I opened my eyes, feeling myself cringe lightly before my heart contracted its muscles on itself, immediately spreading cold, sad blood through my veins.

God, how heavy it felt...how much it overflowed me with all the sadness I've been locking in, that I suddenly, unaware of it all, started to cry heavily, breaking down unintentionally.

I looked at Ross, feeling him shift before his eyes fluttered open to sit up, rubbing his eyes.

"Lia? Are you alright?"

My hands covered my mouth, trying to not let out a sob as I teared, shaking my head no.

He reached to his right, running his hand over the sensor to make the dim lights turn on, his eyebrows furrowing once his hazel eyes landed on me.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He immediately sat up straight, stood up from the sleeping bag he set for himself on the floor, reaching again for the glass water bottle to hold it as I poured my tears, feeling them stain my skirt.

"It's alright, Lia, it's fine, Honey. Calm down. What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore," I sobbed, shutting my eyes as the wave of coldness screamed at me loudly.

"Please, calm down...it's alright, just talk to me, tell me what it is."

"I don't know," my body shook roughly and I sobbed harder, completely embarrassed from my reflex actions, "I just, I want this to end...I'm sick of myself-."

"Hey, there, no no no," he scooted closer to take me close to his chest, bringing all of my sadness out in the tears I'm pouring and the sweat I'm forming. "You're here, Lia. I'm here. You're with me, now, you're secure. Nothing is ever going to harm you. I'm not leaving you."

"Please don't."

"I promise I'm never going to. I'm right here. You're safe, I promise. You're alright."

"I don't feel alright."

"It's okay, honey. Just cry it all out. You'll be alright. Don't hold anything back, give it all into me," my heavy breaths stopped once I caught them, concentrating on his words, holding on to him for life as my head nuzzled in his neck.

I don't know what could've happened if it wasn't for what I have just heard...I don't think it's ever been this strong. My body, my tears, my head pulses were all flooded with silence, it choked me.

Have I really been hiding all of this in? Has it all been this much?

"Match your breath with mine," I felt him softly order, rubbing my back in circular paths with his thumb as his arms occupied my shaking body.

I closed my eyes, slowly inhaling with him, feeling a few pats on my back before we exhaled in sync.

"I've never felt more lost," I spoke softly, bringing my lost voice back, "how can I feel so lonely when I have my father and my sibling...I have siblings...if not, then one. I just know it."

"It's okay. Don't let the thoughts overtake you with sadness, though. Slowly spill it out," he encouraged my nonsense words, making me feel less embarrassed as his hold tightened on me.

"Whether it's from my father, or my mother, or even Rydel. I have a sibling and I never got to know so until right now and I just feel like an absolute noob for that. Why am I such a mess?"

"You're not a mess," he whispered after my trembling body stood still, listing to his soft mumbles.

The feeling of his soft, warm skin against me was more than enough to ground me back. I was back with him, convinced I'm untouchable with his presence by me.

"Please, Ross. Sing me back to sleep."

I wanted to trust his voice enough to bring me back to soft thoughts and a peaceful mind.

"Please. I want to hear nothing but your soft voice in my head."

Come get the treasure I've found

Come here, let me tell you what's gone that came back

I've found a once broken bound

I've found what I grew up to lack

Come, educate me because I'm lost in the maze

Do you know what hit my heart pace?

Have you got any idea on why it's way too faint?

It was audible just before I ran escaping pain

Please lend me what you know

I don't care about working without notes

Is this mine or is it not to me brought

Should I fight or should I give up this thought

Is the treasure I found mine

Or was I only swimming blind

Deep in the flooded isle of the long-lost nation

Where I opened a casket to find an uninstructed love potion