He thought he had gotten over this thing about screaming. After all, it had kept him alive.

It was not so much a scream so much as it was a cry, though.

Crying (whether with or without tears) was something he really could not handle. When it was him, it was stupid, and when it was her, it was heart-breaking.

What really made him feel like a bastard was that he was the cause. She called him a liar. No question about it –he was. He was actually angry at himself for doing this to her, but was he going to put her in danger yet again?

No. No more than she already was. He was in for it when he came down, but the thought that he might not be coming back had been enough to scare him into not taking her in the first place, though he knew she would come, and quite willingly.

Her cry for him to come back was heard and registered, but he did not want to be the one crying at her funeral when all of this was over.

END

A/N: Not my best ("Scream" or "Cry"), but it would NOT stop sitting in the catacombs of my brain, poking at me with something sharp, going, "You know you wanna write me! You know you wanna post me! And I'm gonna sit up here, poking you day and night until you do!"

And yes, feel free to call me insane. It's not like I don't get that from my friends already.

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