(I feel sorry for the readers so I continued the cliffhanger :))), warning: blood)

** Third Person's P.O.V **

"W-what? No WAY! There's no way that's gonna happen!"

"It's gonna work out, I promise."

"No!"

Palette ran out of the house, out of pure sadness and rage. He didn't want to be friends with Xahji to get close to Goth. Knowing him, he'd never trust him, ever. He ran all the way to his home, tired and breathless (a/n: logic wants to know my location).

He quickly opened his apartment door, flopped on his bed, tears threatened to fall out from his already puffy eye sockets. He knew what he did was childish and was the only way to get him to trust him but he blew the chance away. Now he doesn't have anything to help him recover. He felt like the world turned against him.

He cried upon hours and hours, pouring his breaking heart into the mattress of his bed that was now stained with his salty tears. It was dark out, he finally stopped crying for he doesn't have anymore tears to shed. He pulled out his speaker in the drawer from his bedside table. Palette then turned his Bluetooth to play some songs to cope with his situation. 'Happy now' started playing, he sang along with it.

"You're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place, are you happy now?"

"There's nothing left to say, so I shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe, are you happy now?

"You're the only one who can up and run, leave me just as empty as the day you came, you hold all the cards, all the broken hearts, strung over your shoulder until it's all in vain."

"And only you know the strength of your teeth, the wash in the weight of your pocket so deep and lonely."

"You're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place, are you happy now?"

"There's nothing left to say, so I shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe, are you happy now?"

"Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?"

"In the palm of your palms, you can make me dance, spin me around in circles til' I'm wrapped in string, you keep on talking sweet til' your fingers bleed, but don't you dare ask how I've been."

"Now only you know the strength of your teeth, the wash in the weight of your pockets so deep and lonely."

"You're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place, are you happy now?"

"There's nothing left to say, so I shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe, are you happy now?"

"Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?"

"You're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place, are you happy now?"

"There's nothing left to say, so I shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe, are you happy now?"

"Are you happy now? Are you happy now? Are you happy now?"

"You're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place, are you happy now?"

"There's nothing left to say, so I shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe, are you happy now-"

Palette's fingers grazed against the screen, pausing the music as he was thrown in a fit of coughs. He coughed and coughed, slowly escalating into more violent coughs to the point blood spewed out of his throat, staining the white sheets.

Tears brimmed from the corners, he felt like puking his guts out. He immediately dashed to the bathroom, puking out his insides as his throat burned as if he swallowed gasoline and someone set fire to his stomach. It was a terrible feeling, what seemingly odd was though, he puked out something peculiar, it wasn't something he ate either. Confused, he picked up the peculiar object, eyeing it closely.

His eye sockets widen upon realizing what it is.

"W-what?"

(Another cliffhanger)