I sat there blowing on my wound slightly. My eyes were stinging from so much shedding of tears.

I couldn't sit there for a whole day so I stood up with my wobbly legs and put my hand under tap water. The loud yelp left my mouth, made me close my eyes tight but I kept pressing my lips so it wouldn't make a noise.

Luckily no one came in the entire time I was in. I quickly but cautiously cleaned it up. Tap water turned into blood bath in just seconds.

After some cleaning I took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around like a bandage carefully.

It stopped bleeding somehow. I didn't know where did she get that chemical. Thankfully it wasn't that strong.

Did she steal it from laboratory?

I did see her putting something in her pocket.

I splashed some more water on my face, but it looked more puffy than before. I rolled my eyes on my reflection.

I didn't know when or how but that moment, I decided one thing for sure.

.

Now I couldn't go home cause then I would definitely think about the things which will make me more nauseous. Dad wouldn't be home either.

If there was one thing that could heal me now, it was music.

With that I left the bathroom and made my way to music room.

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Looking over his shoulder Ethan held his hand up and waved a little saying goodbye to his friend and turned back around to made his way to the Art room.

Not that he had a thing to do with Art but some random Art teacher gave him some stuff and asked him to put it in the room.

Like a bad kind of boy he had became, he was still a good student with so much respect for his teachers so he didn't deny it.

He continued to stepped towards the room with just sound of this shoes hitting the marble floor. This part of the building usually remains deserted so he was the only one who was there until he heard something.

Someone was singing something, more like a song. The second he focused on it, he stopped on his way. He could feel the goosebumps on his body.

The melodious voice melted in his ear as his eyes widened a little. He knew this voice.

It was Aria.

It was not coincidence but the music room was just beside Art room where mostly no one came. Her voice raised his heartbeat in a flip of seconds.

He continued to step towards the room and stopped at the wooden door with a little glass window in the middle. The top had a name plate above the door.

'Music Room'

He looked through the small glass window and there she was, small figure of Aria, sitting in the middle of wooden floor with crossed legs, guitar placed on her lap. The room was covered with tyndall effect.

She was Alone.

From where he was standing, the right side of Aria was apparent so he couldn't see the handkerchief wrapped on her left forearm.

"When you were here before

Couldn't look you in the eye

You're just like an angel

Your skin makes me cry"

"You float like a feather

In a beautiful world

I wish I was special

You're so fuckin' special"

The sorrow in her voice was something he had never imagined to cause. Like her heart was pouring out through that song. As if she was feeling the song on herself.

...

"But I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doin' here?

I don't belong here"

He placed his palm flat on the glass window. His eyes softened on her discomfort self. He gulped hard when his eyes revealed a galaxy of tears in them.

It was him who taught her how to play it. The moments of them in his room with his guitar flashed in front of his eyes. When he was sitting behind her, arms wrapped around her to his guitar.

Now just a blurry scenario covered with tears and dust of emotions.

What's more sad was she wasn't just singing, she was blaming herself, she was calling herself creep.

If it wasn't for his stupid brain he would just run to her and hug her, comfort her, hold her tight from whatever she is suffering alone.

But her guilt was not acceptable.

"He's running out again

He's running out again"

A tear left both of their eyes, slipped down the cheek. Both the heart could feel not their own but each others exertion.

Ethan collected himself before he opened the Art room and locked it after putting the stuff in.

Her voice had stopped by now. The corridor was quite now. Nothing just silence in air.

As he was passing by the Music room, he looked through the glass door again, his right hand holding his bag strap. His steps ceased.

Aria was looking at him.

As if she sensed his uneven heartbeat. As if she knew he was standing there, listening her cry through her song.

They were still looking each other with emotions in their teary eyes. Love could be seen through them.

Every beat of their heart know that worth of their closeness.

Then why... Why were they so close yet so far to hear each other's cry but couldn't solace each other?

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