I'm still here on this curb sitting near ____. We still haven't been able to speak a word to each other but we take glances at one another here and there. All I do to pass the time is think and stay in my head. There have been a few times I've seen "it." "It" never does much it just looks at ____'s back and me and bows its head as it vanishes. ____ has never noticed it, which I think is a good thing. I don't want them to be bothered by it like I am sometimes. 

Suddenly I hear a sound, elevator doors opening. I look in the direction of the sound and see the elevator there in the middle of the road behind ____. I'm confused, why is it here? I look inside and see them, the "good and bad me." But that made no sense I thought the "bad" me was gone or rather I was it. They walk out of the elevator, one sitting on the curbside of the road across from me, and the other standing in front of me. I look up at it confused, she reaches her hand out to me. I take it and she lifts me she then begins to walk me to the elevator I try to pull back. Not wanting to leave ____'s side. She gestures for me to come inside and says, "you aren't leaving them they'll be near, this version of them will stay with us." I look at her confused and say "what do you mean this version?" She holds my hand up to my face I now realize I can see my skin and body again, I'm no longer that shadowy figure. Then she points to ____, me now seeing them as a shadowy figure. I'm shocked by the sudden change of their once physical being. She points now to the inside of the elevator I look next to me and see them there. Except their appearance is more ghost-like, they are nearly transparent. "Their real soul is with you, this being the part of them that knows you promised to never leave their side. The part with us is their dark thoughts,  the "bad version" of themself. This is what mental state they were in when you saw them on the floor..." She trails off looking down to the ground now holding her chest. I want to reach out to her and comfort her, but she stops me. "It's not a good idea to wait here in the darker parts of "their" world forever. You've always said you wish he'd opened up to you. For you to understand them when they do or will reach that point, you must explore other parts of them. Revaluate what you think has happened. You can no longer focus on just the pain you have felt. You need to understand things from their perspective." I stay still in the elevator feeling guilty knowing exactly what she means. I simply nod my head to her and she presses the elevator button to close the door.

It goes dark I can't see anything around me. I then remember ____ is supposed to be with me. I reach my hand to where I remember they were. It's very light and faint but I can feel their hand now intertwined with mine. I move closer to them and rest my head on their shoulder. The elevator comes to a halt and as the doors open I see we're in the hospital hallway again. We walk out still hand in hand. I look up to them but as I do I feel them let go of me. I frown at the even more empty feeling of my hand. They begin walking down the hall I simply follow close behind. They stop and look out the large hospital hall window. I look up at the sky that's still filled with beautiful stars. I look at them to realize they're looking down below. I look in the direction of their gaze to see the road, their "bad" version, and my two versions. I then say aloud, "It's strange to see two other versions of me and one other of you. I wonder if there's a third of you like I have." They look at me I look at their piercing blue eyes, unlike the "bad" version of myself their eyes make me feel warm and worry-free. I attempt to reach out to their face but they back away from me.  I'm hurt but I try to understand like the other me had said to do. I look into their eyes filled with guilt and also longing.

     I haven't seen emotion on their face in what felt like forever. I look back out the window to compose myself from tearing up then back to them. They then walk to the middle of the hall and sit looking out the window. I go to the wall behind them and do the same. I tap my feet against the cold tile floor. They look back at me, I assume they're annoyed with my tapping so I stop. They instead look at my shoes and smile. I remember the shoes and "our phrase" that's on them. I smile at my shoes as well. They then proceeded to tap their feet in the same pattern as I did. I giggle a little at them copying me. They tilt their head to the side just smiling at me more. I turn away from their gaze trying not to stare too much. I always would get embarrassed when they'd catch me staring at them at any random moment. I couldn't help it though, there'd be times I'd find myself staring at them and just getting lost in thought. I turned back to them, and to my surprise I caught them staring at me. And then a memory popped into my mind. Their and I's voices were clear as I closed my eyes at the memory.

    "Nope, I refuse to give up!" I say as I attempt to push ____'s arms down. They look amused as I'm trying my hardest to hold them down. Eventually, I'm trying to catch my breath and give up. "Fine, I give up, it's still not fair because I'm small and weak." They look at me with a smirk and say, "Haha I win." I wanna be mad but I'm tired from trying so hard to hold them down under me. I fall next to them and just stare at their chest. Then as I look back up at them they're just staring at me smiling sweetly. "What?" I asked them confused as to why they were staring at me. "Nothing, you're cute." They say as they look back up. 

     I open my eyes to see ____ now looking out the window again. I slide closer to them and tap their shoulder. They jump at my sudden touch. I back up and little and say sorry. They just tap the floor beside them and I scooch myself to it. We sit there looking out at the starry sky in front of us. Looking at it reminds me of the many times they and I have looked at it together before. I catch myself smiling, then instantly frowning at the thought. ____ notices and pokes my arm, I'm guessing to ask me what's wrong. "It's nothing I'm fine," I say, they just look at me with a dead stare knowing I'm lying. I just sigh and point to my head. They understand the gesture and frown. Before I could say anything they hugged me, I was shocked by their sudden actions.

     I then faintly hear them whisper to me, "I'm sorry." I feel their arms tighten around me and I hug them back. I begin to feel their body shiver and feel drops down my back. I try to pull back to look at their face but they refuse to let me go. I don't know what to do or if I should say anything because I don't know what's wrong. Then I remembered what the other me had said. I now realize I've done this same kind of thing to them but much more often. I now feel like I understand how they felt seeing me break down and them not knowing what to do, scared of doing or saying the wrong thing but still wanting to do something to help me. I sit there and continue to hold them close to me. I proceeded to do what I always expected them to just know I wanted them to do to help me. I place my hand behind their head and allow them to fall to my chest. I held them close and caressed their head. Allowing them to relax and lean on me as I held them close. Slowly their crying calmed down as it did I said to him, "I'm here, I'm right here ____." Their grip tightened around my waist and their head fell to my lap. I look down to see the side of their face still facing the window.

    I looked as well this time seeing blurred visions in the sky. I couldn't see them enough to know what they were of my mind was clearly in a trace looking at them. I just stayed there still and moved my head across their hair. Then I looked up and saw "it," all I saw was it nod and fade away down the hall. Was it watching that entire time, or was it summoned by a sense of emotions in the air? I always noticed it appeared before something happened that made me experience my emotions and then after I let them out and realized the reasons behind them. I wondered did ____ have the same thing... or am I their "it?"