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"Its not nothing." He said softly. "Sydney, you have been around this life long enough to know that a sense... a little glimpse of something, could be something." He told her. "So come on Syd, tell me what you saw. Let me be the judge of if it was nothing or not." He said, his hand lightly squeezing her arm.

"I might. It would give me something fun to do." He then teased lightly.

"But you and I both known that these things are not to be questioned about if there was something or not." He said, his eyes on hers.

I'm not sure I even remember what it's like to be happy.

Tell me it's going to be okay, even if it's a lie.

I never got to say goodbye.

In the end, everyone leaves me.

As long as you're safe it's fine, it doesn't matter what happens to me.

It's fine, I'm used to it.

Please, just stay until I fall asleep.

I wish I could hate you. It would make this easier.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

I'm not even sure who I am anymore.

Don't waste your grief on someone like me.

I'm sorry, I thought I could fix things.

I was never anyone's first choice, was I?

It's already in the past, so why is it still affecting me?

Maybe I deserved it.

I thought I was stronger than this.

Will it ever stop hurting?

You’re all I have left, and I don’t think you realize that.

I knew it was too good to be true.

Why does this keep happening to me?

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

It's okay, I wouldn't want to be around me either.

I don't think there's anything left of me to save.

I'm so tired of being alone.

I don't know how to do this without you.

You keep doing this, you keep breaking your promises!

I think I broke something in me a long time ago.

I don’t think I can pretend anymore.

Don’t talk about leaving like it’s something normal.

I'm trying dammit! Do you think it's easy to change!

You think I can be saved but I'm not so sure...

Sydney took a breath and she looked straight at Eddie. "Lately.... I have been feeling less like an Alchemist, agreeing less with their beliefs and their rules and their ideals." She told him quietly, knowing that they weren't really safe discussing this. "Terwilliger has been teaching me a few things that would... definitely risk my life with the Alchemists." She said to him. "Eddie... She's been teaching me Magic. Witchcraft, and I feel closer to that then I ever have with Alchemy." She admitted.

She looked away from him, almost ashamed of what she was saying, because she knew it didn't just put her at risk, but all of them. The Alchemists didn't need an excuse to hate the Moroi or the Dhampirs, or anything they considered UnHoly. And now she was becoming something UnHoly.

"But I'm enjoying it, I am enjoying learning about Magic." She whispered.

She lift her head and looked at him again. "You... you aren't angry with me are you?" She asked him. "Keeping this from all of you?"

Eddie stood perfectly still, waiting for whatever bombshell Sydney had to drop at his feet. A flash of momentary confusion can be seen in his face when she began to speak. From the time he'd come to know her, she had proven several times that she was an alchemist through and through, yet there were times when he could see the beginning of cracks in the facade, times when formality shifted into something else, slipping further out of place.

Rose hated waiting. She got antsy when she wasn't doing anything. But it seems she didn't have to wait long, because soon after, the doors opened, and in the new guardian walked.

Not New though. No. It was Him. Why was it him?

She felt her heart that had slowly been trying to fix itself, shatter all over again. The man she loved. She very much loved, but didn't want to be with her. The man who she was always drawn to, and yet needed to be as far away as possible from him, because being so close, and not having him was like her own personal hell. Had she really been that bad in life that Karma was now kicking her ass?

"Lissa?" Rose said, tearing her gaze from him. He looked good. Really good. Much better than the last time she had seen him. She had stopped asking for info about him the moment they had started the tour, refused to talk about him, hell, even chastised herself when she thought about him. "Can we talk?" She asked a little harshly, grabbing the blondes arm and pulling her to one side. Ok. She probably shouldn't of pulled her like that, she was royal, and Rose was her guardian.

"Did you ask him to come?" She asked, her voice stern, her eyes dark with anger.

"Lissa... we came on this damn tour to get away from everything that was him, every thing that reminded me of him, and you bring him here?" She asked. She wasn't being the quietest, she was sure that Dimitri could hear. The God of a Dhampir had incredibly good hearing. Its what made him one of the best.

"I can't believe you did this, I can't believe you would..." Rose stopped and pinched the bridge of her nose. " I came with you because you said it would help me clear my head, you chose this damn tour to get me away from court and now.. this?" She asked, motioning to him. "You are meant to be my best friend, you always said that we came before any title."

Rose shook her head, lowering her hand. "You forced him here? Why? For entertainment? I... I'm going, you know I can't do this, I can't be that heart broken girl again, and I can't..." She stopped, her eyes drifted to him. "I guess my leg of this tour is done."

She could feel the tears threatening to come to the surface. She had said her goodbyes, she had left him to continue without her, to heal without her, because thats what he wanted, because when he looked at her, he regretted everything. He Regretted her.

Rose closed her eyes and turned "I'll pack my things." She said, and walked towards the bedroom.

"Rose.. wait.." Lissa called, but Rose held her hand up, stopping her, she didn't need to tell her how hurt, how broken she suddenly became again.

She slammed the door, pulled out her bag and started to pack her few things.

Standing perfectly still, his muscular arms remain at his side in a relaxed state. Even if he couldn't hear them, or knew Rose, Rose's rather dramatic gestures gave away what they were speaking of. When she gestured directly to him, he couldn't help but chuckle. She was the same Rose, even now. The passionate warrior who was very adamant to let you know if she had been crossed - and this, his being there, was treason, at least metaphorically.

He watched Rose walk away, Lissa desperate to help her dearest friend, but this wasn't hers to fix. It was his. ❝ She's hurt. ❞ He stated, but stepped closer. ❝ Let me speak to her. ❞ He spoke the words but did not stay there for her answer. No, he followed Rose into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. He didn't walk into the centre of the room or to her; he remained silent at the door. His brown eyes were watching her back, watching as she prepared to leave. This is something he should allow, but she was part of what was best for Lissa.