"It's okay Bunny." A voice rippled, darkness disguising them. "The boy was nothing more than a chess piece in the grand scheme. You'll be home soon. I miss you A14." The woman signed off with. "See you soon."

(The next morning)

I was used to the dreams by now. The confusing messages leaving my head pounding the next morning. My blurry gaze fell on Zart, sprawled out on the other side of the closet. Vision focusing, I could see a little bit of drool that had fell out of his mouth in sleep.

Last night after calming me down, the boy had brought us two sleeping bags. Making sure I was especially comfortable by placing a warm blanket on me. Respectfully setting his bag up away from me.

Sleep still intoxicating me, I achily got to my feet. Bones cracking all the way up. My spine unfurling. I had to face him. I had to do it. I knew what I had to do.

Finding a black marker littered on the ground, I picked it up. Popping the cap off and writing in thick black marker across my arm. A singular tear ran bitterly down my cheek. That's all I allowed myself.

One last tear.

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Gally's Point Of View:

There she was. Y/n. Bruised circles under her eyes. Pretty as ever. Her hair rustling in the brisk morning breeze. I always thought she looked prettiest in the morning.

The days I'd wake up before her, the soft light would kiss her skin. Sleeping on her pillow. How she would toss and turn herself awake. I found my self smiling about it for a fraction of a second. Before remembering. She was y/n.

But she was no longer mine.

I watched as they got their food, it was almost like slow motion. Dreamlike as they walked past me. Without a thought. Sitting not with their friends, not with me, but with Victor.

I had to blink twice the make sure I was seeing straight. The kid had been eating by himself ever since Paul's disappearance. Out by the deadheads. Against a tree. He seemed just as surprised as I was, muttering something probably stupid.

It got y/n to laugh though. A smile creasing like paper, all the way up their face. They nudged into him, playfully. Stealing a muffin off of his plate. It was his turn to grin now. Y/n bit into the muffin, placing it back. He tore up less than a handful of grass and threw it onto them, teasing them back.

Jealousy made my jaw lock. Limbs stiffen. Ribs crack. In a moment of blind emotion I forgot what I'd said to her. Motivated only by the need of her pressed up against me like that. I got up, tossing my things aside and marched over to them.

"What are you doing?" My question sounded more like an interrogation. Aggression unintentionally peaking through my voice. Victor's eyes darted between the both of us.

"Oh you know me Gally." Her laugh was familiar to a wind chime as she displayed her arm. "Just whoring around." The word 'WHORE' had been etched across her skin in big bulky letters. Closing my eyes at the sight, it made me cringe. Leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"How did you mean it then?" She snapped. "You need a synonym for it? Slut? Tramp? Skank?"

"No! Just I'm sorry, okay!"

"Whatever." Y/n shook her head, as she looked up at me. "Just stay away from me for now. Got it?" The only thing I couldn't do...and it was assigned to me.

"Fine." I made sure I looked at her when I said it. "I love you." She faltered, unable to keep her harsh look. Hiding her weak spot she turned away. Towards Victor.

Y/n's Point Of View:

"What was that about?" Victor asked, picking at his food. "Trouble in paradise?" Ignoring him I pointed at his tray.

"You really should try to eat." I said, taking his hand in mine. Curling his fingers around his fork.  He licked his lips, eyeing his dreaded food.

"How about you tell me what happened while I try."

"Fine." I agreed. "But really eat, don't just try." Victor nodded, a small smile creeping up his face. "Last night Gally called me a whore." His fork clattered on the tray.

"What?!" Mouth gaped open he continued. "Why?! Why would he-"

"He thinks I cheated on him."

"With me?" Victor smirked. "I'm flattered."

"No." I rested my chin upon my knees. "With Zart."

"Ugh. Couldn't you have at least fake cheated with me?" I laughed and gave him a little push.

"Anyways, basically Zart kissed me and I finally told Gally about it."

"Lucky Bastard." Victor scoffed, bringing a scoop full of fruit to his lips. "When'd he do it?"

"Four days ago." I replied, watching him chew. He wore a pained look, cringing with each bite. I placed my hand on his knee. Just as he had done countless times to my annoyance. Figuring it would help him. It did. He swallowed it, starting for another bite.

"You're kind of turning me on right now-"

"Ugh." I groaned, taking my hand back.

"Sorry." Victor chuckled. "Just being honest." He leaned over to whisper in my ear. Tickling my skin with his breath. "You're a Stone Cold Fox."

"Thanks Victor, I love being compared to an animal."

"Anytime y/n." He grinned, continuing his conquest of clearing the plate. "So, I guess I should be the first to tell you huh."

"Tell me what?"

"Everyone heard you guys arguing last night." He mumbled through a mouthful. "Well not heard what you were saying but more the yelling."

"Oh God."

"So that means everyone thinks you're gonna leave Gally's ass or already have." Fuck. "Which means the guys are gonna get a lot more touchy with you."

"No." I murmured. "No fucking way." Slamming fist on the ground I said. "The thing I was trying to get away from in the first place just followed me!"

"It's gonna be okay. It's gonna suck for a while but it'll be okay."

"Victor why's everything messed up? Nothing make sense."

"I don't know, but guess what." He poked my thigh.

"What?"

"You make perfect sense."

"Shut up."

"Okay."