AN: "Yeah...we weren't planning on continuing this story...but Random, here-"

"I can HEAR you!"

"-didn't mark it as complete."

"My bad...^.^"

"So-"

"Since all of you lovely people reviewed/favorited/alerted-"

"-we decided to add on one last chapter."

"Juuuuust one."

"R&R."

"Sadly...we do not own YJ...YET! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Random. Let them read."

"Sorry."

Everybody's eyes turn to look at him as we walks past the kitchen, and for the first time, doesn't stop to eat. He keeps walking until he ends up in his room where he promptly plops down on his bed. He exhales a sigh as his head falls into his open palms. He counts atoms in his head until the little bird materializes in his room.

"It's not her fault." he tells the distraught red head.

The red head says nothing in return, and the black haired boy wonders if he even heard him. He opens his mouth to repeat his statement, but he is cut off.

"She could've told me." he says, not looking up.

The boy shakes his head, "She didn't want you to think less of her."

He whips his head up, "But I wouldn't have thought less of her!" he yells, unshed tears in his green orbs. He adverts his eyes around the room, his confusion and pain becomes apparent as he stumbles through his words. "She's...amazing and...and beautiful...and tough...and funny...and...and-"

"Then you might want to tell her that before she does something dramatic." the younger boy interrupts.

In the blink of an eye, the speedster is gone, with nothing but a gust of wind and flailing papers to notify that he was ever really there. Maybe they can reconcile. the bird thinks as he leaves the room. Maybe they can get around this mess.

AN2: "Points to those who can tell us the song that we borrowed the last line from!"

"Please Review."