(W-What?)

Mars POV

I wake up with a headache bolted in my head.

I automatically wake up early, whether I like it or not.

A flurry of memories the night before fills my mind.

Korri lying on the grass, rain pouring down, "Then she can find my dead body right here, and regret leaving."

I remember the crying.

I remember a lot of things that I will block out.

That's just how my mind works.

Things that are sensitive, I try to get rid of.

Yet some things, I just can't seem to do it.

Like that room on the end of the hall.

I get up, and knock on Korri's door.

"Come in,"

I open the door, and Korri's drawing again, but...

"No." Korri whispers.

"Korri, have you been like this all night?"

But I already know the answer.

She shivers. "Yeah, I'm messed up right now."

I never thought she'd...

"Crying won't solve anything Korri, it'll just make you feel like crap."

How she manages to pull off looking irritated and depressed at the same time I don't know.

She's in a mood instead of me for once.

"Fine," she whispers, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I'll try to stop going on a pissed off rage, but I'm going to look for Lola."

"Then come on."

☪

We search again, but she doesn't come.

And we know she won't for a while.

☪

Korri storms to her room as soon as we come back.

I wait about fifteen minutes before I knock on her door.

"Come in."

Korri's writing furiously, and I fear for her pencil.

"You need to eat at some point."

She frowns, still avoiding my eyes. "You're such a nervous wreck."

"I can't help that I actually care."

"Care about what? Care about feeling guilty? About hanging out with those gods of yours?" She laughs darkly. "What?"

"I care about you for one thing!"

The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.

She freezes, and looks at me. "W-what?"