Rosalyn pulled her hoodie back up over her head and trudged into town. 'I guess this was the ominous feeling I had then...' She felt like she barely had the energy to move. She felt like there was this abyss of darkness surrounding her, swallowing her up. She didn't feel like there was any escape for her. Her eyes focused on the small dirt path before her. "Is this how you feel, Shane?" she whispered to herself. She saw Pierre's coming into view and the anger twitched at her lips. His daughter was the cause of this. All her pain, her sadness, and her anger... that woman caused it. She didn't want to go into his store, but she knew she needed to unless she was going to have to pay more at Jojamart.

She pulled the door open and made her way to the shelves, hoping to avoid all eyes for the moment. She knew she would have to face Pierre, and even then she didn't want to do that. She grabbed everything she needed and made her way up to the register, the hoodie still pulled tightly over her so she could have some semblance of hiding. She placed her things on the counter and watched him ring her things up. "Rosalyn." "Please don't, Pierre." He looked at her with sad, sorrowful eyes. "I want to-" "I said don't. I don't want, nor need to hear any apologies. I heard. She's pregnant. Lucky for her. I don't care." She snapped and he opened his mouth to speak once more. "I get it, ok? You're ashamed she stole someone else's man. Ok. That's fine... I just... don't want to talk about it and no one seems to understand that the wound is still very, very much fresh." She said and took a deep breath. "I'm going to put all of this back. I just need to get away from here." She said and grabbed everything back off the counter.

She put everything back on the shelf, just the way it was before she had picked it up. She turned to the door and he was still standing there, watching her with those sad eyes. "You wanna know what really hurts, Pierre?" she asked, and he opened his mouth to speak, but she continued talking. "The fact that he couldn't have just told me that he no longer felt the same. The fact that he chose to go behind my back and screw someone else, and that your beloved daughter felt it was ok." She snapped and slammed the door behind her as she left.

She looked to see a group of people watching her, just whispering. She picked a few faces out of the bunch, Pam, Penny, Mayor Lewis, Haley, and Jodi. The tears felt like they were coming back all over again. She felt so helpless. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong. She had loved him... she had loved Sebastian so very much, and he betrayed her. Now it felt like she was the laughing stock of the town. Shamed and ridiculed. She tugged the hoodie even closer around her and made her way towards Jojamart.

Her thoughts drifted to Shane and how she had sent him away. Deep down she felt really bad for how she had sent him away, but she just couldn't look him in the eyes. Sure, she'd seen him at his possible worst, but she wanted him to keep seeing her as the smiling friendly face he knew. She glanced down at her hands and sighed. She also hated the pity in his eyes. She must have been a real mess if he was looking at her that way...

:-:_:-:

Shane wasn't sure what to do with himself. He had two more hours left of work, and yet he'd spent nearly the full shift angrily stocking everything in sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Morris watching him. Heaven forbid if the man decided to actually confront him. It was definitely a day Shane was feeling confrontational. Shane wanted absolutely nothing more than to strangle Sebastian, he felt that the little twerp deserved it for hurting Rosalyn. He heard footsteps coming his way and he repressed a sigh. Here it comes...

"Shane?" Ah, yes, Morris had decided to confront him. He set the few remaining cans back in the crate and he dusted his hands off. "Yes, sir?" he asked as he looked up at his manager. "Are you doing alright today, Shane?" he asked and Shane blinked. This was... odd. The man was usually annoying and overbearing, but the genuine concern in his voice had caught Shane off guard. "Shane?" his voice came through Shane's thoughts and made him frown. "You seem rather upset today, although I'm not going to complain because you just angrily stocked a full week's worth of groceries in a manner of hours... but I am concerned... not because of how it makes the store look, because that I don't care about. I am just concerned that you may need to take a few days..." Morris said and Shane blinked up at him.

"Wait... what?" "I can ensure you get at least a week of paid leave, but I need to know you want to take it, Shane." Morris said and Shane offered a small smile. "I'm ok... I promise... maybe just a little angry about recent happenings..." he sighed and Morris patted him on the shoulder. "I fully understand, Shane..." Morris said as he looked towards the door due to the chime. "Someone you care for must not be doing too well." Morris was fishing and Shane knew it. But it seemed he was doing so in genuine concern for his well being. "You could say that I guess..." Shane said as he continued placing cans on the shelf.

"Shane, it wouldn't have anything to do with your friend... Rosa? Rosalyn, was it?" Morris asked and Shane looked back up to him in confusion. "What would give you that idea?" Shane asked and Morris offered a sad smile. "Look at her, Shane... It's obvious that Pelican town's little sun has set..." Morris said, and Shane followed his gaze to see Rosalyn pulling the hood from her head. Her dark red locks were slightly disheveled, but that wasn't what had caused his chest to clench in pain. The fact that her once beautiful shining hair had lost all its shine. It was nothing more than a dull red now.

The complete lack of her brilliant light made him feel like the abyss was creeping in again... he didn't want her to feel this way... he didn't want to feel this way anymore either, so he was going to try and do whatever he could to help her. He emptied the last crate and stood to face Morris, who was a little over a foot shorter than he was. "Sir..." "Shane... take as long as you need, and as long as she needs." Morris said and Shane nodded. He watched Rosalyn bumble around the store with seemingly no sense of direction. "Shane... I remember when my wife was dealing with some internal struggles... it was a terrible time, and I'm glad she made it through. So do what you have to, to make sure she is alright, because I can tell she needs a friend." Morris said and offered him a smile.

"Thank you, Morris." He said and the older man waved him off. "Ta-ta now, do what you need to." Morris said as he made his way to the back office of the store to start putting in for Shane's leave of absence. Shane looked around and saw her standing in front of the wine cooler in the back of the store. He made his way to the back of the store to talk to her. When he reached her she was turning a pale colored bottle of wine in her hands. "Peach wine, huh?" his voice pulled her from her thoughts and she jumped slightly.

"Rosalyn." He greeted and offered a small smile. "Shane..." her voice was so drenched in sadness it killed him inside. "I do enjoy a nice glass of wine sometimes." He said and pulled a darker bottle from the fridge as well. "Are you going to whisper about me like everyone else?" she asked softly and he tore his eyes from the bottle to meet hers. "No, never. As I said... I am here for you. You were here for me in my darkest times... so I'm making myself available for you." He said and she looked back at the bottle. "I honestly just feel like being alone..." she whispered and he shook his head with a small scoff.

"Well, I don't think I can allow that." He said and she looked at him with narrowed eyes. "And why not?" she asked and he ignored the angry, bitter tone that bled into her voice. "Because when I was wallowing in my self pity, you always found me and took care of me. It's my chance to return the favor." He said and her eyes widened a fraction. "You're serious." "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" he asked, putting the dark wine back and plucking a watermelon wine from the cooler. "I thought..." "You thought what? That I wanted something from you?" he asked and she bit her lip and looked down to her hands once more.

"Of course I want something." He said with a sigh. She looked back up at him in confusion. "What I want is a friend. And that is what I want from you." He said as he rotated another bottle of wine to see the label. "Shane..." she began and he could hear the tears in her voice. "Why me?" she begged, she couldn't understand what he wanted from her. She couldn't understand why he was so adamant on being her friend.

"Rose, it's because when I wanted to push you away, you remained adamant on talking to me. When I wanted to be alone and drink myself into oblivion, you always found me and forced me to go to the hospital. I will never forget the night you came out in the pouring rain just to force me to suck it up and stop moping. You made me go to the hospital, and Harvey told me I needed to go see a therapist.." he said and she listened intently to his words. "Haven't you noticed, Rose?" he asked and she tilted her head in confusion, she didn't understand what he was asking. "Let me put it this way... when was the last time you had to come find me and bring me to my senses because I was in a drunken stupor?" he asked and she looked down at her hands, seemingly contemplating the answer.

"It's been nearly four and a half months." She whispered and he nodded. "Exactly. In four and a half months, you haven't had to come save me from my self pity and misery. They say that misery loves company, but because of you I've been able to get a better grip on my depression. I was able to cut down on how much I drink, because I'm no longer trying to drown my sorrows." He said and she nodded, she understood now.

"Now I don't want to lose you to that same abyss you helped me escape." He said and she frowned at him. "Shane..." "No, you are not going to argue with me about this... Rose... let me help." He said and she fisted her hands. "Right now, I don't want your help. When I ask for it... you can give it. However, for now... I am going to go drown my sorrows and wonder why I am never good enough. So please... leave me alone for now." She snapped and he gently grabbed her arm.

"Rosalyn." He said as he wrapped his arms around her gently. "I understand, but please... let me help you." He whispered and she struggled slightly. "Rosalyn, I will give you tonight to mope, but I am going to do everything in my power to pull you back to who we both know you are." He said as he slowly released her from his hug. "Fine... do as you wish Shane, but allow me some time to grieve what I thought was going to be my happiness in life." She said as she pulled herself away from him completely. He let her go, but he wasn't going to let her get off so easily.

He was going to do everything he possibly could to help her, but he needed to talk to Morris and Marnie before he did anything. "Go on home Shane, I've got you off for the nest week and a half, you come back the Thursday after next." Morris said before Shane could even say anything. "Thank you, Morris." Shane said as he ripped the cap off his head and clocked out. He knew exactly where he was going to go. He needed to let off some stress, but first he was going to go change.

He made his way all the way home and changed before anyone in his house had even seen him. He had caught a glimpse of Marnie, but he knew she hadn't seen him. She had been too busy dealing with the animals. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Usually this bag was filled to the point of not zipping, with beer. But this time, and every time since he had been going to therapy, it had been filled with gym clothes. Alex had actually decided to put forth a great idea and have a gym built. It was small, but what else is to be expected of a gym in the back of Gus' saloon?

When he opened the door of the saloon, Gus smiled at him and welcomed him in. Shane offered him a nod and made his way past the bar and straight to the back, much to Gus' surprise. Shane changed in the small locker room and took a few deep breathes. His anger was boiling right at the surface and his therapist said he needed to find an outlet. Shane supposed boxing was as good an outlet as any. Shane walked over to one of the punching bags that hung from the roof and tapped his fist against it gently.

Yes... this is where he would vent his anger. His fists released a small bit of anger every time they collided with the bag. He continued to abuse the inanimate object before him, his thoughts going right to a certain younger male whom he wish he could exert the full force of his anger upon. He wanted nothing more than to show the man what Rosalyn pain was going through, but he knew if he even laid a finger on the kid she would probably hate him for the rest of his miserable life. His rapid, angry hits started to slow and he struggled to catch his breath. He grabbed the punching bag to keep it from swinging back and hitting him while he tried to breathe.

"Shane..." it was Sam. Shane knew his voice anywhere it was, after all, the one who warned him of the pain to come to Rosalyn. Shane turned to look at the younger man, who seemed to not be put off by his sweaty, angry appearance. "Sam." Shane greeted, watching the blonde from the corner of his eye. "Are you ok?" Sam asked and Shane stopped wiping his sweat away to look at the younger male. "I'm angry... Sam. And yes, more so than usual." Shane bit out and same frowned as Shane went back to drying his face. "How is she?" same asked softly and Shane brushed the bangs away from his forehead and looked at Sam.

"Seeing her like that... it kills me... and I don't want to hide it anymore..." Shane muttered softly, and Sam nodded. "I understand..." "Sam... how long had it been going on between them? Sebastian and Abigail?" Shane asked as he sat on the bench lining the edge of the room. Sam made his way over and sat beside him. "I don't know... they both say it only happened that one time, everything in me wants to believe them... but I just can't. Maybe it was because I feel like deep down Rosalyn knew what was going on, or maybe it was something else... but..." Sam began but Shane was staring at him with wide eyes.

"She felt like it was going on?" he asked and Sam nodded. "I told her I didn't think it was... so most likely she is just going to not talk to me anymore... and I have accepted this because I was wrong." Sam said and Shane fisted his hands. "That's not the issue Sam, you didn't know... what is the issue, though... is the fact she felt like something was going on. She's not going to be as angry at him as she is herself. She's going to punish herself, Sam." Shane said and Sam looked at him with wide eyes. "I cant let her do to herself what I did to myself..." Shane said and Sam nodded.

"What are you going to do then?" Sam asked and Shane shook his head. "Honestly... I don't know." He sighed and Sam thought it over for a moment. "I would say ask her friends... maybe they would have some insight as to what she would like... maybe you could give her some gifts, bring her food, or something... I don't know... I know I'm the last person she would want to see other than Sebastian or Abigail, so I figure maybe you could get through to her." Sam offered and Shane nodded.

"Maybe... I'll see what I can do before I go and try to do that... I'm going to talk to her once more..." he said and Sam nodded. "Please tell her I'm sorry... tell her I didn't know..." Sam pleaded and Shane nodded. "Of course." Shane said and Sam stared at him in a slight surprise. "What?" "I said I would. You came to me before you went to anyone else. Honestly... you made me want to be friends with her again... you made me want to try. So I suppose I owe you that much, don't I?" Shane asked and Sam offered a smile. "You're not so bad, Shane." "You're no so bad yourself, Sam. I thought you were going to be as brain dead as Alex, but you're actually kinda cool." Shane chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes.

"He and Haley deserve to be together." Sam sighed and Shane, who was taking a drink from his water bottle, struggled not to spew water. When Shane managed to get the water down he started to laugh, causing Sam to look at him oddly. "What'd I say?" he asked and Shane chuckled as he regained his composure. "It's the jock and the cheerleader, the brainless clique." Shane said and Sam smirked. "And you thought the skater kids were bad." "Nah, Sam, you're pretty cool in my book." Shane said and ruffled the younger man's hair.

"I'm gonna head home and talk to some of her friends tomorrow." Shane said as he stood and gathered his things. "Thank you Shane..." "It's no problem Sam, you saw what most others couldn't see. I want to take my chance... I want to make her happy... but I need to make sure she's ok before I do... she's done so much for me and all I want is to return the favor." Shane said and reached to open the door, but Sam stopped him in his tracks.

"She knows it was you who took her to the hospital when she had gotten hurt in the mines."

:-:_:-:

Her eyes watched as Thor chased his blue squeaky mouse around the room. He'd smack it and it would skitter across the floor and he would follow. She could barely focus on him as he moved she was mentally and physically exhausted. Not to mention the six wine bottles that sat beside her bed. She wanted nothing more than to be bitter and send everyone away, but she knew that wasn't who she was. Right now she just wanted to hide. She felt so angry and shamed. As if she should have listened to her gut feeling that said he was cheating.

What did she know though? Her eyes drifted back to the ceiling. Apparently she knew the truth. Her eyes shot back to the tv and she scoffed audibly. "I guess that fortune teller knew what she was talking about. Damnable woman." She scoffed angrily as she rolled to face her bedroom wall. The words still flowed through her mind, creating a bitter feeling in her form. It had been the fortune teller at the Stardew festival...

The woman ran her old fingers over Rosalyn's palm, a calculative silence surrounding her. She seemed deep in thought as she contemplated how she was going to interpret the reading to her. The old woman's eyes lit up and a slow smile crossed her lips. Rosalyn was curious as to what the woman had to say. "So what'd you get from me?" she asked and the old woman glanced around to see who was nearby. When she was satisfied no one was listening in, she grasped Rosalyn's hand in both of hers.

"In nearly a year's time, there will be an announcement of an infant on the way... there will be quite a bit of pain associated with the colors purple and black... and let's see here... when the grieving is done and you are stronger... you will receive a gift... The Gift of Yoba. This gift will be the cure to all your sorrows." She said and Rosalyn listened intently to her words. "I have questions..." "I cannot answer them... for I was only given a glimpse." The fortune teller said with a sad smile. "So you cant tell me... if the baby is mine? Or why I'm going to be hurting or grieving?" Rosalyn asked and the woman frowned. "I cannot."

"Do I lose the child?" she asked and the woman sighed. "I cannot tell you of what is not yours to know of yet... if I tell you of anything more, you may never receive the Gift of Yoba." She said and Rosalyn nodded. She spent the rest of that day contemplating what it could mean, she didn't understand it in the slightest. One thing kept running circles in her mind though, the Gift of Yoba...

"What could that be? The Gift of Yoba..." she muttered to herself as she stared blankly up at the ceiling of her room. "The old woman was so intent on the words THE gift of Yoba... Not A gift of Yoba or a gift FROM Yoba... what could she have been going on about?" Rosalyn's eyes softened as she looked over to her dresser where a picture of her, Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail sat. All of them were smiling, oblivious to the harm some of them would do to each other. They had all been such good friends... and yet the pain associated with purple and black? Sebastian and Abigail... the baby? Yet again Sebastian and Abigail. The cure to all her sorrows? Not a clue. She was so curious about what it could be... was it some magical item that could grant wishes?

Or was it something else that would betray her? Her angered eyes landed back on the framed picture on her dresser. She stumbled to her feet and made her way over to the dresser, where she grabbed the picture tightly. All of them looked so genuinely happy... her lip curled up in rage. "What a lie." She spat as she threw the picture against her wall with an angered yell. The glass shattered and the frame broke into two different pieces. The picture fluttered helplessly to the floor and she watched it fall. She turned back to her bed and flopped herself down.

Another wave of sobs wracked her small form as the tears began to fall once more. "What did I do to deserve this pain?" she managed as she clutched her comforter to herself tightly. 'Do you want me to stay?' his voice echoed around her and she looked to face the front door with a jolt. Her shoulders fell as she realized he wasn't there. Her eyes began down cast as she wiped her tears away onto her sleeves. She wanted nothing more than to let him embrace her and rock her tears away once more, but she didn't want to burden him that way. They had just recently become something of friends and she didn't want to run him away, such is the nature of his personality... he ran away from everything...

A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought of him, he was starting to get better. She liked that. He needed all the support he could get through this trying time. She wanted to be there for him, she really did, but she knew she was no good the way she was now. Drunk and wallowing in her self pity. She didn't want anyone to see her this way. She figured Shane hadn't wanted anyone to see him the way he had been either, but she just so happened to be adamant on making sure he was ok, but only after he was at the point where he couldn't resist her. If he had been at full strength any of those times she had found him, she doubted she would have been any help at all.

He was much taller than she was and most definitely much stronger. Despite the way most people talk about him, he could probably pick her up and toss her with one arm. A slight giggle escaped her at the thought of this. Those chickens were his best friends, showing he deserved to be treated as the precious kind hearted person he was truly, and not the angry drunk he made himself out to be. She released a slightly amused snort and shook her head. Leave it to her to be thinking of someone else's well being, while being in a state of emotional disrepair all her own.

A soft knock at her door interrupted her thoughts and she could only glare at the door. "Rosalyn?" her lip curled up at that voice. "I heard something shatter as I was coming to see you, are you alright?" the rage and sadness that boiled up in her at that voice. She had trusted that voice... the one who told her nothing was going on... that she didn't have feelings for Sebastian. "Go away." "Rosalyn..." his voice too. She wanted nothing more than to throw something at the two of them at the moment. "I said leave!" she snapped once more. "I'm sorry Rosalyn..." "Abigail, shove it." She snapped and closed the blinds on all of her windows so they couldn't peek into the house and see what she had become.

"I don't want to talk to either of you, so I need you to leave. If you need something of me, send Sam. Not saying I'm ever going to do anything for either of you again, but there's always a chance right? Just like there's always a chance I'll forgive you... in your minds, that is." Rosalyn snapped as she locked the deadbolt on her door. "Now leave. I want to hear nothing more of you." She snarled as she flopped back in her bed. "What gives them the right?" she managed as she felt more tears coming.

She sighed as she heard Thor start yowling and scratching at the door. "Great, now you want to go potty..." she grumbled as she got out of her bed once more, only to step on the glass she had neglected. It tore a large gash in the bottom of her foot and she couldn't contain her swears as she reached to pull the large shard of glass from the wound. Thor began yowling and crying even louder, so she hobbled over to the front door to peek and see if they were gone. Seeing that they were, she swung the door open wide. Her shoulders drooped as her silver eyes clashed with dark ocean blue eyes. There she stood in all her pitiful glory. Black short shorts, stained up light blue tank top, blood spewing forth from her foot and splattering up her leg, and her hair an absolute rat's nest.

He released a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he groaned as Thor ran past his leg. "Everything." She muttered as she turned to close the door and shut him out, which he stopped with a single hand. "Let me help you..." he grumbled. Irritation coated his features and she looked down at the floor in sadness. "Come on, let me help." He muttered again and she released her hold on the door. Much to her surprise, he scooped her up bridal style and carried her into the house, where her injured foot was steadily dripping blood. She watched as he looked through her cabinets for supplies. "Medical supplies are in the top shelf in the corner." She said softly and he nodded as he pulled everything he needed from the cabinet.

"Are you ok?" he asked and she scowled at him. "I'm not asking about how you're feeling, damn it. I'm asking if you're in any pain." He bit out and she stared at him with wide eyes. Had she already pushed him away? "So?" he asked and she blinked then shook her head. "No, it stings, but that's mainly it." She whispered softly, looking away from him. "Ok, well, nurse... it's my turn to take care of you." He said and she watched him carefully.

He took great care in dabbing her foot dry of all the blood that freely flowed. He had one hand holding a towel to the injury itself while he cleaned up the surrounding area. "This might sting, and I doubt you're going to be able to leave the house much until it is healed." He said and she nodded. His tone was still irritated, but she could tell it wasn't just with her. Maybe he was just irritated with life again. 'Same, Shane, same.' She thought as she released a sigh. His eyes jolted up to meet hers and her heart skipped a beat. The look scared her slightly and she couldn't really describe it. She watched as he poured alcohol onto the towel that had previously been putting pressure to the wound.

She took a deep breath, she knew what came next. "Ok, on the count of three, alright?" he asked and she nodded. "Alright... one..." he began, pausing to take a small breath. When he opened his mouth to say the word two, he swiftly pressed the towel to the bottom of her foot, eliciting a scream from the smaller woman. "I'm gonna kill you Shane!" she screeched at him as he held her down to keep the towel pressed against her foot. She squirmed and tried her best not to scream once more, but the wound was deep and she wanted nothing more than to strangle him with her bloody foot towel. Her tear filled eyes met with his and she saw... amusement flitting through those blue eyes.

Yes... she was definitely going to kill him now... The pressure was removed from her foot and he began applying ointment to the cut. She flinched every time his finger dragged over the wound. She never once stopped glaring at him though, that smug ass smirk on his lips was infuriating to her. He seemed to be enjoying himself. A contented smile crossed his lips, replacing the smug smirk. She was curious as to what had caused this sudden change, but she wasn't going to question it.

He very carefully wrapped the pressure bandage around her foot, being extra careful to leave enough slack for good blood flow, but not enough to where it would start to bleed through the bandages once more. "How'd you do that anyways?" he asked and she glanced over at the broken photo still in the floor across the room. "Ah... I've been there before." He said softly as he stood and reached for her broom and dust pan. He grabbed the picture and flipped it to look at it, only for his features to distort into anger; just as hers had. He set it face down on the dresser and began sweeping up all the glass so she wouldn't step on it again.

"Thank you Shane..." she whispered. He offered a small smile as he dumped the glass into the trash can. "You're welcome." He said and looked back to the window of her house, where even through the blinds you could see Thor pressed against the window, wanting to come back in. He chuckled softly and let the cat in once more, where he did circles around Shane's legs. "He really likes you." She said softly and Shane smiled as he crouched down to pet the small feline. "Yeah? Well I like my little thunder god too." He said as he scratched behind Thor's ears; resulting in a roar of loud purrs. "Well, I came to check on you, seeing as those two cant seem to understand you want time away from them." He sighed and she suddenly got it.

He hadn't been irate with her, but with them. "You still want to be my friend... right, Shane?" she asked softly and he turned to look at her once more. "I'm not sure... I mean... you did turn me away earlier today and all." He said with a serious tone. Her eyes became downcast and she felt like she didn't understand anything anymore. He made his way over to her and crouched halfway to get eye to eye with her while she was in the chair. "Rose... I will always want to be your friend." He said as he ruffled her hair. "Thank you, Shane..." she whispered and he nodded. "Now, come on. Wrap your arms around my neck." He directed and she looked at him oddly, but did as told. He tucked an arm around behind her back and placed his hand on her waist, and the other slipped under her legs to lift her off the chair.

His thumb brushed over a raised area on her outer thigh and he looked down to see a large scar stretching across it. "That's-" "From the day you saved me in the mines." She said softly and he looked her in the eyes. "So you did know." He sighed and she nodded with a small smile. "Thank you for that as well, I never got to formally thank you for it." She said and he shrugged lightly as he carried her over to her bed. "It was no issue." He said and she rolled her eyes at him. "You're starting to catch up in taking care of me." She joked lightly and he shrugged more.

"Well, if you keep it up, I'll be jumping ahead in the count. Stop getting hurt, how about that?" he asked with a small chuckle. "Only if you stop passing out in random places." She quipped back and he smirked. "Ah, see, that's where I have you beat. I haven't done that in-" "Four and a half months, I know." She said with a sigh, causing him to smirk once more. "Now, get some rest. Nothing like slicing your foot open to sober up real quick huh?" he asked and she scowled at him. "Just wait, not only will your foot be hurting in the morning, but you're gonna have a hangover from hell." He said and she rolled her eyes as he covered her up.

"Get some sleep, Rose." He said as he gently brushed her hair behind her ear. She watched him leave and a small smile crossed her lips. Maybe she would be ok after all... with a friend like Shane, maybe she would be alright after all. "Good night, Shane." She whispered softly as she yawned. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell into the welcoming depths of slumber.

I hope everyone who has read this so far has enjoyed it. I have another story of Shane I plan on getting written as soon as I finish this one. It's called Say You Wont Let Go, and yes... it is based off the song, because I love it guys... I really love it. I also have two Sebastian stories I'm working on as well, one is called Beautiful Obsidian, and the other is currently untitled because I cant decide what I want to call it yet lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Much love!