Why Did It Have To Be Him?

Talking with Our Minds.

(Uh This is a good song but like it's fitting for this chapter.)

That really did happen didn't it? He really kissed- he really did. Arrow's eye's looked at his ceiling, struggling to comprehend what had just....

Arrow was so lost. He couldn't stop thinking about Rouge, that's all he could think of. Rouge, Rouge and Rouge. Unable to focus Arrow just listened to the music again. But this time he heard a different thing. It wasn't a song of some sorts. It was a voice. A human and demonic Voice creeping down his ears, shivering at the very light at almost every other tour that it could of be. "Jesus Christ! Why?" Arrow shouted sitting up panting heavily with the sun slowly rising up from its pit behind the clouds.

Arrow felt more worse than yesterday. He raised his hand looking through the window. Since when was Arrow ever pale? It look as if he was sickly with his skin just looked like a white sheep. Just when slumber took over him again the voice came back.

You dirty secret? It's that you know your friend will not see you as what you are.

Arrow eyes began to water covering his face just quietly crying as he thought about it more. He was coping the best he could. It didn't make sense. He knew Arrow wouldn't against it. Losing your best friend to something they want to do? How can you be mad at that. But there was a pain in that he could not describe. In fact He couldn't keep tears from dropping down his cheeks like a ocean (Literally).

And his palms bright red. Arrow mumbled to himself looking at the ceiling with those words playing back over and over.  He couldn't sleep. No possible way of that happening. Arrow got up from his bed groggily putting on a black jumper,  heading outside.  The cold set right on Him the moment he strutted outside of the castle,  Arrow rubbed his eyes before just taking a deep breath  "I want it to end! I don't want this!" He cried out to the sky clenching his fists in frustration as if the issue was visibly irritated.

"I Want...I want to go back to the way things use to be! Where I was at peace!" Arrow roared at the top of his lungs rubbing his hands together as quick as possible. The sound the ground getting hit by rain amongst the sound of a strong wind over powered Arrow's hearing "Its cold outside. You should be inside." Rouge pointed out with a slight smile on his face as he walked towards Arrow with only a mere T-shirt on, and weirdly enough shorts. Was this man insane? Was his partner this bizarre. Arrow shrugged letting out a small sigh.

"You don't need to tell me twice. I don't need to be told that crap. Why are you here anyway, it's too cold for angels to fly."Arrow just retorted shaking his head slowly in response during the time of the wind hitting Their necks gently.  Rouge shrugged it off with a smile on his face rubbing his eyes "You've been acting more bolder Dearest." Rouge chimed humming under his breath.  Did he? Arrow wasn't really aware of what was happening at this point.

And since when did he get Called dearest? Sounds way to chummy. And Arrow didn't like to be sappy. "I keep getting this ring in my ears. It can be apparent or abrupt. I don't know how or when! But it won't stop."  Arrow explained. His eyes darting to the floor, the hair on his arms sticking upwards with that same ringing, it was more louder, louder and more to the point-

"Mate!" Was that Nereus? Man Arrow did lose his mind. He was that desperate for to hear his best friend speak to him again, yet he couldn't. River has him, for the best.  It was worse than last time,  Arrow just began wheezing and stepped away from Rouge putting his hand out to keep his distance, the cold didn't Help Arrow's lungs at all, his hands began to shake more quickly and his eyes darkened.

Why was this happening? Why was he losing control of himself again? There is something about ever meeting Rouge- no.  He's probably just came down with something. "Never mind the sun. Never mind the moon. The night will be over soon..."  whoever was singing had a Angelic voice, was definitely worth listening too. Was that even him at this point? Rouge just looked Arrow up and down slowly making sure what he was seeing was right, gently grabbing his shoulder shaking it to get Arrow's attention.

"Arrow. Just let your body relax."

That sounded almost like a insult to Arrow. Shrugging it off however he stumbled across the ground to look at the ground, this time his vision blurred by the thick midnight sky and that constant ringing in his ears could easy make someone's ears bleed like the river Nile. Arrow's  muscles relaxed as he swayed back and forwards like a ticking clock, red palms and hair of a messy dirty floor Arrow just fell onto Rouge.  His breathing was all over the place and his heart felt like it was pounding out of its rib cage.

Rouge's pokerface shattered as if it was glass "Arrow, Arrow.....ARROW!" Rouge shouted shaking him violently with no care in the world, his crimson eyes were glued to his partner, Rouge gripped Arrow's hand tightly shaking in slight fear. This wasn't suppose to happen! They were meant to have a conversation in the blistering winter, not collapsing to the floor like a terribly thrown dart. The prior incident wasn't like this one, he could actually help himself. But. But now he is in the hands of someone he didn't want to rely on. The rain worsened hitting the ground with a malicious intention it began to sting Rouge's eye's.

This wasn't going well. Nor was this rain. This was the only good thing about being red. Heat. However Arrow didn't have the luxury of being a radiator, he looked as pale as a ghost. This went too far now. Rouge picked up Arrow up slowly and sprinting inside as quick as possible. He wouldn't let him get any worse. Rouge vowed that much. Rouge wasn't done with Arrow.