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Kimmon's POV

I groped for the toilet tissue to wipe off the tears from my face.  Where is that damned thing, every object inside the bathroom is a blur. I ended up using the hem of my shirt to wipe my cheeks but my tears just kept flowing and flowing.

Get a grip, Kimmon!  I scolded myself.  He is not the only fish in the ocean.  You can always find someone else to help you nurse your broken heart.

Why oh why did he have so much power over my emotions.  Just a few cruel words from his lips and I was sent reeling, not knowing how or if I would ever recover.  I didn't even realize that I had been clutching at my chest.  When I looked down at my knuckles they were going pale from gripping the front of my shirt too tightly.

I quickly took it off and the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower.  I let cold water stream through my whole body.  Perhaps the iciness of the water would serve to shock me into sanity.

I stayed under the steady stream of the shower and then I told myself that I had to get back to the cruel world. So I stepped out to reach for my towel.

Damn!!! I forgot to bring in my towel again!

Copter's POV

I tried to eat my breakfast but couldn't even finish one miserable pancake.  I felt that each bite was going to choke me.  I didn't touch the bacon strips as well.  I ended up just drinking the orange juice, some of my tears splashing into the glass and mixing with the orange juice.

Suddenly I heard  him calling my name.  Or was I just imagining it. Then I heard it again.

"Copter," his voice was calling me so softly that I almost did not catch it.

I walked slowly towards him, "Yes?" I answered almost in a whisper.

"Would you please hand me a towel?" he was talking from behind the door, the door being slightly ajar.

I went to fetch a towel and went up to the door and said, "Here's a towel."

He opened the door.  I saw his tearful face and he saw mine.  We both realized at the same time that we were both in tears!

The next instant he grabbed me and I found myself back inside the bathroom with him again just like yesterday.  Talk about deja vu!

He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked at my face intently.  I didn't care that he was stark naked and he didn't seem to care either.  I looked back at him, perhaps with the expression of a prey just before the sharp talons of a wild eagle pounces on it.

Then he spoke.  "What are we doing to ourselves, Copter?"