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Garroth's POV

How could my brother do this to me? Why? Why, Irene, why?

*~*Flashback*~*

Laurance had gone to the guard tower to change back into his armpit, and (Y/N) had discovered how to magically rewatch Laurance's fail at ballet. Laurance came back and we pretended nothing was wrong until (Y/N) and Aphmau cracked under pressure and ran away. Laurance and I bid each other farewell and headed to our own posts, Laurance to the plaza and myself to the outside of Kiki's barn. I noticed a strange man with a purple and white mask and drew my sword. He ran into the woods and I followed, close on his heels until he disappeared in a clearing. The masked man was suddenly the least of my worries. I took in the unbelievable scene before me, tears swimming in my eyes. Brother, why?

Laurance and Aphmau were kissing. My brother. And my love. One I entrusted my secret. The other I entrusted my heart. My friends, my family.

The scene was almost too perfect. For them at least. I slowly backed away, when I heard a giggle. I looked behind and saw a flash or purple, probably Lord Aphmau, before sprinting to the guard tower. I climbed the ladder and stalked past Laurance's empty room, barring the way to mine. I breathed heavily, gasping for air, trying to hold in tears. I took off my armor, letting it hit the floor with a clank, and changed into pajamas. I crawled over to my bed and cried myself to sleep, silently, so no one could hear me.

*~*Flashback Over*~*

To think that was only two days ago. I've stayed in my room, refusing to talk to anyone. Cadenza leaves food at my door, but I don't touch it. I'm not hungry. All I can do is feel despair and betrayal. It didn't help when Aphmau visited yesterday. I barely spoke to her. I can't look at her, it was hard enough to hear her. A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts, but not my tears.

"Garroth?" a voice asked. "Are you okay? I haven't seen you since the party." I stayed silent. "Garroth........I asked Aphmau, Laurance, and Dante, and they said this isn't like you." (Y/N) continued.

"Well they haven't seen me sick," I retaliated with a fairly stern voice.

"........Fair enough, but I'm not leaving until I see for myself that you are as fine as you think you are."

"..." Irene, she can't be serious. I can't bring her into this.

"I'm serious. I'm not leaving until I know you're okay." (Y/N) said a few minutes later. I slowly moved from my spot on the bed to the door, hesitantly putting my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and let the door swing towards me, meeting (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes with my cyan ones. She sucked in her breath when she saw me, then jumped at me. After engulfing me in a hug, she pulled me back to the bed and closed the door. She made me sit on the bed before settling on the floor.

"What happened? Don't you dare tell me you're sick, because it clearly is more than that," (Y/N) pleaded.

"It was the night of Leona's baby shower. After you and Aphmau left, Laurance and I went to guard. I saw someone strange so of course I chased them, ending at a sight...... I- Aphmau and Laurance were kissing in a clearing. I couldn't take it. I ran from my friends, one of them my love. I'm sorry that I dragged you into this," I said while sniffling. (Y/N) moved next to me on the bed, hugging me until someone knocked at the door.

"I'm going to tell Aphmau about this," (Y/N) whispered, heading for the door.

"Please don't tell her. Please." My voice cracked. "I can't face them right now." (Y/N) hesitated.

"Okay, I won't. It's your secret to keep." She nodded before leaving allowing another girl to enter. Aphmau hovered hesitantly in the doorway, but I turned so my back faced her. The door closed again, so I assumed they left when an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Hello. My name is Lillian." I turned around and looked at the strange woman. The blue eyed ravenette continued. "Your friends Cadenza and Aphmau seemed very concerned about your illness. I have an herbal tea to help you."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think a broken heart is something you can help me with."

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Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Why do I write if I know it's gonna be sad? Because I love my readers and want to touch the feels. Even if it isn't my own writing. But sorry about last week, but I look forward to next week where I should be able to post. Now to respond to the 6352905371801 texts I got while typing this. Le Snarl, Le Rawr, and Le Grr.