Sitting in his brother's room, Blake started crying thinking about how Amber had taken a bullet for him. "How could I have let her do that for me? How could I have not guessed she would do that?" He growled.

Suddenly, he got up and slammed his fist into the wall over and over till his knuckles were bloody and raw.

He turned his back on the wall and slid down to the floor with his head in his hands.

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Owen, sitting alone in Amber's room, cried like he had never cried before. It wasn't even cries anymore. It was sobs. He couldn't believe he thought Amber would just let one of them die. She was so beautiful and cared about everyone. That had made her so reckless that she had sacrificed herself to save Bowmen. He just laid there.

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Xavier woke up in his room, shaking. How could he have pulled that trigger, knowing she would possibly jump in the way? She would never forgive him. Not even if he tried to prove how sorry he was. "I shot her." He whispered, then screamed. He started to shake so violently that he almost fell off of his bed. He started screaming again. This time, like a wounded, cornered animal.

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Lynch sat up, looking in the mirror. He started to brush his curls. "Maybe Amber will wake up soon. I miss her." He whispered to his reflection. He remembered how beautiful she looked at the Northern Ball, when she was dancing in the dress made of the same material as the girl waering it. Gold. He started to cry for that girl.

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Jesse couldn't get over how Amber had dragged her into this. Amber might have been her cousin but she wasn't the artist from their childhood. She was a gang member that was dangerous and could get herself or her whole family hurt, if not killed. She missed Amber, but she couldn't forgive her for getting Jesse back into the gang life.