The next day, Blue goes to the cemetery again. This time, he finds Chance awaiting him. Pausing, Blue raised an eyebrow at Chance then continued to make his way towards the tomb.

"Why are you here?" He asked, venom dripping off his tongue as he narrowed his eyes. Chance glanced at Blue before turning back to the rose in his hand.

With a faint smile, he asked, "What, I can't visit my bro?"

Blue stayed quiet and kneeled next to him. This time, he had no rose in hand since there was enough on his brother's grave.

Chance pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, shifting around a little. "How's your mother?" He asked.

Blue glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as if he was stupid.

"She's all rainbows and skittles," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. A cackle escaped Chance's lips as he thought back to the times he went over to Blue's house.

"I don't think you remember this, but when your brother and I were still in high school, I used to come over every day. You never once glanced at me," Chance reminisced.

Indeed, back then, Blue never once glanced at Chance. Hell, he did not even notice his appearance. He would usually stay in his room until night, or until his mother left the house, or if London wanted to spend time together.

"Your mother loved having me around," Chance continued, not caring if Blue was listening or not. With a smile dripping with melancholia, he faced Blue.

Just then, a question popped in mind. "Why do you like blue so much?"

Blue blinked and tilted his head, facing the boy in front of him. "Why do you want to know?" He asked, baffled at the sudden question.

Chance shrugged and pursed his lips. "Just a thought," he replied.

Blue lowered his eyes finding a sudden interest in the grass below him. "I don't know, honestly. I've been attracted to the color since birth. And besides, everything in this world is blue."

Of course, he was not referring to the literal color, but Chance did not get it.

"The trees aren't blue," he protested with an innocent frown.

Blue fought back the urge to laugh and just sighed. "I don't mean it literally, you idiot." He rolled his eyes.

Chance slowly nodded, examining the boy's slightly petite features, whilst Blue frowned. He did not have a specific reason for loving the color, he just clung to it the moment his father appeared, for on that day he was dressed in a blue T-shirt and light blue pants. After London died, he adopted it as his own. It was his favorite color as well, and their aunt decided to buy a whole closet filled with blue clothes just for him.

London stayed with her for months, probably an entire year. He visited home often, but it sometimes felt as if he lived at her place and not the home he was birthed into. Even though, Blue still enjoyed the moments London would return and tell him all about his evening with aunt Adriana.

Suddenly, the words his aunt shamelessly said at London's funeral, bounced off of the walls of Blue's brain causing him to clench his teeth, his temples throbbing at each word, and his anger growing by the second. Without realizing, pools of salty water formed in his eyes, a drop dripping off his eyelash as his eyes shut and reopened.

Chance batted his eyelashes in shock, and his face muscles contracted before gravity tugged the corner of his lips downward. "Lucky," he murmured, reaching for the boy's shoulder. Blue grimaced and scowled at Chance for using such a name.

"Don't fucking call me that." He spat and stood up. Chance followed and pursed his lips as a sigh liberated itself through his nostrils.

Chance's eyes squinted as he took in the sight of Blue; his cheeks were blanketed pink, and they were moist by the tears rolling down them. The moonlight shone upon his snow-white colored skin, making him look even more gorgeous than he should look.

His dark blue hair was a mess, his hazel eyes were dull and held light bags underneath them, and his rosy, plumped lips which were sultry before were now chapped. Even though he looked like a wreck, Chance managed to find the beauty beneath all of those scars and flaws.

Like the first night they met, the lights surrounding them turned off for a few seconds, allowing Chance to shift closer to Blue. When it turned on, he reached forward for Blue's hand. His head tilted as a frown appeared on his moon-kissed skin.

"I know I've asked you this before, but are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked. A bitter chuckle escaped from Blue's parted lips before a full-on laugh bubbled within him, releasing itself out his mouth almost instantly. Confused, Chance just stared at Blue.

Anger boiled within Blue's veins, and he clenched his teeth, glaring daggers at Chance.

Then he opened his mouth, "Are you fucking serious? Why on earth would I be okay? I lost my brother, didn't I? All because of that bitch who couldn't keep her mouth shut and refused to believe a word that he told her! Our father never once took time out of his day to come to his wake or show up at his funeral! It's like he doesn't even care, dammit!"

The eyes of Chance grew wide as he gulped. His blood ran cold because he was in that much shock. He did not expect an outburst--hell, he did not expect him to reply at all.

"I..." Was all that left Chance's lips.

Pulling on his bottom lip with his teeth, Blue inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself as he gripped his hair and tugged on it violently. His lungs failed him that very second, and he struggled to breathe, letting out loud gasping sounds in the process. He wanted to scream; he wanted to end it all right there. His breathing grew faster and faster by the second as he pushed himself off the ground and paced around panicking. Chance's chest ached, and he did the only thing he could have done that night.

He stretched out his arms, grabbed hold of Blue's shoulders and engulfed him. Taken by surprise, a small gasp escaped Blue's lips as his eyes widened.

He struggled a bit and tried to pry Chance off of him as he bawled and swore, but Chance was the bigger one between the two, Blue did not stand a chance.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this, Lucky. I know it hurts now that he's gone, and your father just added to your pain," Chance started. He shut his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, squeezing the boy beneath him as his heart palpitated his chest. "But I promise you, you'll be okay. I'll make sure that happens." He finished his sentence and sniffed, feeling his own eyes burn up. London's voice rang in his head and he squeezed his eyes shut.

He had to be strong; he had to be strong for London. He had to be the best friend London thought he was. He just had to.

Blue gaped, struggling to find words to say. "I-I... I don't wanna live, Chance. I need him; I need to go to him," Blue whispered. His jaw slackened and his lips parted, his eyes glued to the old tree behind them as tears kissed his cheeks. He was still in a state of shock, and knew he would not get out of it anytime soon.

Blue felt like his sanity was slowly and painfully grinding itself against the inner parts of his brain, shoving itself through the cracks, trying to escape the darkness that held it captive. His ears were ringing, throat was aching, and heartbeat was pacing; everything was uneasy.

"Don't say that," Chance finally said after a long pause, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence. His voice noted that he's trying his best to hide his emotions, but they were leaking from his mouth nonetheless.

Chance pulled away from Blue and stared directly into his lifeless eyes. London's words to him blared in his head once more, and he shut his eyes, licked his lips, and gulped. He was struggling to keep his cool, but the sight of his best friend's brother broke him into a million pieces.

Opening his eyes, Chance finally said, "Give--Give me ten days, just ten days, and I'll give you ten reasons to stay here."

Blue blinked and shut his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing. He caught Chance's eyes and saw how much he was pleading; how desperately he wanted an answer.

"What?" He asked, confusion composed on his face.

"Please," Chance entreated.

Silence merged with the air for a split five seconds, both just staring at each other before Blue wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He let out a ball of weariness and suffering as he lowered his head, shut his eyes, and gripped Chance's shirt. His hands were trembling and he ignored the pain in his chest.

Without much thinking, he answered.

"Okay."