(This chapter is a kind of a musical. There are the song lyrics while the short paragraphs make the scenario of the songs)

Goth
Palette
Together

"See I can't wake up"

These days, Goth couldn't go back to sleep. They still haven't found Palette yet and he was starting to get anxious.

"I'm living a nightmare"

It's like a nightmare-

"That keeps playing over again"

That keeps repeating all over again. Goth couldn't go to sleep for the feeling of anxiety never left him.

"Locked in a room"

Goth stayed in the interrogation room, it's where he sleeps, eats and repeat.

"So hung up on you"

Goth stared at his only sanity that keeps him from going crazy. Palette's diary was something dear to him for it is the only memory he has of him.

"And you're cool with just being friends"

He scanned the pages of the last entry he wrote. He didn't mean that right?

"Left on the sidelines"

Goth sighs, thinking back to the memory of the fair last week. When he reached out to him but he didn't do the same.

"Stuck at a red light"

Goth groans as he they still haven't found him yet. Fresh was in charge of how he looks like by sketching out how he looks like.

"Waiting for my time"

Goth waits until he is informed to come along with the search party to make it easier for them.

"And I can't see"

Goth stares at the entry before him. Has he fallen out of love with him?

"Why don't you love me?"

"Touch me"

"Tell me I'm you're everything"

"The air you breathe"

"And why don't you love me?"

"Baby?"

"Open up your heart tonight"

"'Cause I could be all that you need"

"Ohhhhhh"

"Why don't you love me?"

Goth muttered.

"Why don't you love me?"

He stared at the entry once more before looking out the window.

"See I'm just too scared"

Palette stares at the corpse right beside him and the darkness that consumes the black shadows created by lack of sunlight and trees.

"To tell you the truth"

Thinking back at the memory of the fair last week, or was it last week? He doesn't know how many days he has been there. He thought back at secrets he did from Goth. Feeling really guilty.

"'Cause my heart aches can't take anymore"

Palette pulls out his soul from his chest, the cracks had gotten larger ever since he got here, sitting on this willow tree, surrsurrounded with dust, and a corpse lying next to him. The memory of the fair made his soul crack even more.

"Broken and bruised"

He stared at his injuries, tripping several times, creating large bruises that would take months to heal. He glanced st his broken heart, he also felt broken in the inside. Tears ran down from his bony cheeks.

"Longing for you"

Palette wonders if Goth actually liked him back because he knew. Little did Palette know that Goth does like him too.

"When I don't know what I'm waiting for"

Palette was here for days, he doesn't know when he would die anymore. Staying still.

"Left on the sidelines"

Palette slowly climber up a really tall tree. He couldn't see any building to determine how far he is but he doesn't care. He didn't want anyone to find him.

"Stuck at a red light"

But there's a possibility that he might be found, but he hoped that they wouldn't find him.

"Waiting for my time"

Palette patiently waits for his day to come, he really needed to die and that's all it matters to him. Goth wouldn't like him back-

"So just tell me"

But why doesn't he?

"Why don't you love me?"

"Touch me"

"Tell me I'm your everything"

"The air you breathe"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Baby?"

"Open up your heart tonight"

"'Cause I could be all that you need"

"Ohhhhhhh"

"Why don't you give me a reason?
(Give me a reason)"

"Please tell me the truth
(Please tell me the truth)"

"You know that I keep believing?
(I will keep believing)"

"Until I'm with you"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Kiss me"

"I can feel your heart tonight"

"It's killing me so why don't you love me?"

"Touch me"

"Tell me I'm your everything"

"The air you breathe"

"And why don't you love me?"

"Baby?"

"Open up your heart tonight"

"'Cause I could be all that you need"

"Ohhhhh"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Why don't you love me?"

"Why don't you love me?"

Palette muttered.