"Are you lonely? Do you miss me anymore? Is your heart as empty as these arms that used to hold you? Are you tired? Are you weaker than before? Are you sinking? Cause I've been thinking that there's something missing. It's you. Now I'm without you, I'm feeling insecure about the little things. I guess the little things were what we lost. But all I remember brings me back to you and all those little things. I'm not anything without you." —Alex & Sierra.

The loud bellowing of my ringtone wakes me from my sleep, and I half-open my eyes to reach for it from my nightstand.

I had somehow managed to fall asleep a few hours ago. I kept thinking about Blaze the entire night and being that I was the only one left at the dorm, I was left with no other choice but to cry about everything that has been happening.

I sit up exhaustedly after realizing it is a call from April. I swipe the answer icon and place it to my ear weakly. "Hello?"

"Harmony?" She sounds anxious, and I can hear moving vehicles in the background. "Kite is hospitalized."

I squint my eyes. "Huh?"

"He got beat up pretty badly. He fractured a rib and broke an arm and leg. I am on my way back to Homewood with Yuna; Tia is at the hospital."

I am at a loss for words as my mouth separates in disbelief. It seems as though the part of my brain in charge of forming sentences has shut down completely.

Kite is hospitalized, but I just saw him last night. Does Blaze have something to do with this? I hope not. I don't deserve his acts of revenge and I'd hate for him to ruin himself because of me.

"Harmony?"

I snap out of my thoughts and blink my eyes. "Sorry, April. Is he alright?" I honestly can't find the will in me to care at this point. What he did to me was so cruel, and I am still unable to erase my own naked image from my mind.

"It could be worse. Do you know what may have happened? You went to see him last night, right?"

"Um." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "I'll call you back, April." Without listening to what else she has to say, I hang the phone up and push my covers aside.

I need to see Blaze. I know it has to be him.

I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, then put on a yellow summer dress. It's one of the most convenient outfits to get dressed in.

My reflection isn't at its best. My eyelids are puffy, and I definitely look like someone who barely got sleep. Dark circles parade beneath my eyes, and I am certain I could pass for a panda at this moment. Regardless, I lack the energy to care about my appearance at this period in my life.

I close the dorm door and make my way to Blaze's room. I know he hates me right now, but I need to ask him if he has something to do with Kite's injury. Blaze isn't a bad person deep down, but he doesn't treat everyone else the way he treats me; I need to remember that.

I knock on his dorm door with shaky hands. He will probably just yell at me again. An aggressive Blaze always gets me curled up into a protective shell; I can't handle him when he's mad. I have no idea how his dad does.

The door swings open and I am greeted with a cheerful grin from James. "Harmony. Good morning to you, looking nice in your summer dress, as always."

I smile the best I can. "Thanks, James. Is Blaze in?"

"Uh..." He peers over his shoulders, and then I notice his welcoming expression changes to a strange one as he drifts his eyes back to me, rubbing his neck. "Er...no, he's not...but I can take a message."

I narrow my eyes. "He isn't?"

Instantly, a loud explosion from what sounds like a game system resonates from the inside, and I realize that Blaze is present, but apparently he must have told James to tell me he's not. That's mean...

I blink back the heartbroken emotions and sigh. "James...I just really need to talk to him."

"Harmony, he's actually in a pretty bad mood, and he'll turkey my neck if I let you in."

"I know...but this is actually very important, he won't turkey you with me around."

He purses his lips and thinks on it for a second, then he finally gives in, gesturing with his hand for me to come in.

I smile a 'thank you,' and he swings to the side so that I can enter.

As soon as I step into the room, Blaze looks up at me from the TV screen, and a look of displeasure crosses over his face. His void eyes rake over me before his jaw tightens, pointing his glare to James, who presses his lips together apologetically.

"I'll be out," he says before leaving the room and closing the door after him.

Now leaving us alone.

Blaze refocuses on his game as if I am not present in the room, pressing his controller repeatedly while blatantly ignoring my existence.

He has been avoiding eye contact since he found out last night, and it hurts me because I am scared that the beautiful emotions his eyes used to hold for me won't be there anymore.

I have no idea where to start, but I open my mouth and pray the right words will come.

"Blaze...was it you?"

I am not expecting a reply, but to my surprise, he offers me one. "Me what?"

"Was it you who did that to Kite?"

He scoffs and pauses his game to get off his chair and move to the kitchen. "Don't tell me you're here to interrogate me about your lover-boy."

Lover-boy. That statement hurts me far more than he may think.

He opens his fridge and takes out a bottle of water, and I make my way over to him. "Blaze."

He slams the fridge door and turns to meet my eyes. "Yes. Yes, it was me. And what I did wasn't half of what I wanted to. I should have fucking killed him."

"Blaze...I don't want you doing bad things because of me. I don't want you getting hurt."

He begins to walk over to me, danger in his every step, but I stand my ground despite the fire behind his strides.

He stops in front of me and glares down at my form beneath him. His eyes are cold and empty, and my green pair stares up into his, desperately searching for even a bit of that beautiful emotion they used to hold for me. I can't find it anywhere, and it burns my eyes with tears.

"You want to play goody-two-shoes with someone?" He begins. "Then go play it elsewhere because it won't work on me. You're an effortless liar, Harmony."

I swallow. "I know...I am sorry. I just don't want you hurting someone because of me. I don't want you sinking yourself. Because I don't deserve you."

He stares at me for a while, his eyes raking me all over, his vacant gaze unchanging, then his face tightens, and he places his water bottle on the counter behind me. He leans into me, and I shrink back a little as he brings his face so close to mine, the familiar minty scent fills my starved nostrils.

"I have already sunken, so how farther can I sink if I am already at the bottom of the ocean?"

I shake my head. "I don't believe that...you haven't sunken to the point of no return; you are not a bad person."

I notice his expression shifts temporarily to a humane one before his venomous gaze returns and once again, he lowers his eyes. "You think you know me, but you don't. You have no idea who I am and what I am capable of Harmony, and I don't think I know you either since you can be so deceitful."

I sigh. "I said I am sor—"

"Sorry, right?" His eyes search mine. "Sorry solves nothing, or why would there be policemen and the law? I don't need an apology from you."

I recall the first time he said that. The day that boy almost crashed into his car on the street, and I also recall the words he said after.

*"I will do better Harmony. I will do better for you"*

I wonder if he still feels that way.

He lets out a breath and shakes his head, his expression suddenly one of exhaustion and possibly, annoyance.

"Just stay away from me."

He turns away, and I step forward behind him. "Is that what you really want, Blaze? For me to stay away from you?"

"Yes. I don't like liars."

My face falls, and my heart does too. "Fine. I am going to a gynecologist right now, to see if something did happen. You don't have to keep torturing me like this because I am already torturing myself enough."

"Yeah, it's not my concern." He answers coldly as he opens his fridge and put his bottle in.

His back is turned, so he doesn't see the heartbroken expression on my face as I whirl around and storm out of his dorm room.