When you try your best but you don't succeed.

When you get what you want, but not what you need.

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep.

Stuck in reverse.

Alex had tried to save Alfred from getting shot, she had tried to shield him with herself. But she had no avail, Alfred being the hero he was couldn't let his little sister take what's been coming his way for years.

After his death, she hadn't eaten a whole lot. She also couldn't sleep at all, and her eyelids were growing quite heavy.

And the tears come streaming down your face.

When you loose something you can't replace.

When you love someone but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse?

Arthur missed his little Alfie just as much as the next guy, if not a little more. He had just started to make up with his son, and now he was gone. Alfie will always hold a special place in his fathers heart, dead or not.

Lights will guide you home.

And ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you.

Alfred groaned quietly as he sat up. The last thing he remembered was holding Alex's hand and than... dying.

No!

He quickly scrambled to feet. He must be in Hell! Either that or Gaia brought him back... Let's go with the second one.

He ran out as fast as he could. He had to find his family.

High up above and down below.

When you're too in love to let it go.

But if you never try, you'll never know just what your worth.

Back to the now even more depressed little tiny Frenchie.

She had loved her brother dearly, even if she rarely showed it. And now, that was all gone.

She shifted on her bed, spotting her best knife out of the corner of her eye. She stood up and walked over to the blade, picking it up.

Lights will guide you home.

And ignite your bones.

And I will try...

Alfred ran into the Kirkland-Bonnefoy household. He headed straight for Alex's room, quickly opening the door.

His eyes grew wide as his sister raised the knife.

"No!" He hollered. He ran over and tackled his sister to the ground, quickly snatching the knife out of her hand. He tossed the blade across the room. He helped Alex stand up again, hugging her tightly.

Alex sobbed into her brothers shoulder. After a while she calmed down. Alfred smiled at his sister, picking her up.

"I see you finally successfully stole my jacket after I died... Keep it."

Alex smiled a little. It was true she had taken the bomber jacket from her brother when he died. She snuggled up to him like she would when she was younger.

"Come on, I'm sure everyone else is going to kill me again with hugs." Alfred chuckled.

To fix you.