The sky is a blank canvas without any strokes, colors, or lights; darkness has blanked everything. The clouds are interviewed with each other not letting the moonlight glide between them. The air is strong stroking my cheeks and hair fiercely. The only sound is the whistle as the wind passes through the branches of the trees, and caresses their leaves, slowly weakening them.

A flash of silver thunder emits before its sound is heard startling me. I shudder as the cold air loudens and scratches my skin like sharp knives. His footsteps break me out of my reverie and I glance at my side.

His blonde hair is messy due to the heavy air. His cheeks are flushed as if he has run a marathon and his chest moves up and down rapidly. His eyes fly to mine and their blue is clouded as the sky above us.

"You're uncharacteristically quiet,"

"I'm not," He defends himself.

"You have barely spoken to me," I argue.

"So have you," I stop my movement and he turns at me after a few steps. "Can you blame me?"

"Blame you?"

"Can you blame me for not talking to you after everything that happened?"

"I should be the one avoiding and refusing to speak to you. And I don't," I admit.

"What's the point of talking if you're not going to believe a word that I say?" I frown at him.

"What do you say that?"

"You think all was a lie. And now, everything I say and do; you consider it as a lie as well."

"You lied to me, Corbyn. I can't move on from that like it meant nothing."

"I'm not asking you to,"

"Yes, you do," I fight back. "You want me to believe and trust you again but it's not that simple,"

Thunder is heard again and in an instant the rain comes pouring at us like rainfall. I feel the water douse me; soaking all my clothes that stick to my skin. My hair falls and sticks to my head and I try to push it back. The rain is so powerful that I can't hear anything but the sound of the raindrops scraping the ground. I glance at small lakes full of water in my feet before I look up. Though I can't see anything that is around me; even a foot away.

"Corbyn!" I cry but I don't hear anything. "Corbyn, where are you?" I shout from the top of my lungs as I feel the anxiety crush through my body.

I start wandering in the hope to find him but the amount of water that falls on me makes me shudder as the cold water cuts through my skin. I wrap my arms around me blinking constantly as the water troubles my lashes; not letting me see. I keep saying his name as loud as I can but I feel the echo coming back at me as if there's nobody out there.

I walk around screaming and stop when I almost stumble on something. I gaze down and see a body laying down motionless. I fall in my knees and ignoring the scratches that bleed my skin, I recognize Corbyn's jacket. My eyes move upward to witness his shut eyes.

"Corbyn...Corbyn look at me," He doesn't respond as his lips are blue and his flushed cheeks seem to be just a memory. I place my hands in his face wiggling it lightly.

"Corbyn open your eyes. Stay with me," I keep shuddering and talking to him but he just lays there frozen; still without making a movement.

"Corbyn please," Tears get mixed with the watery drops in my cheeks. My breathing is so forced; my bones seem to be still from the cold, not having the ability to move me. My hands in his skin are pale. The sound of my teeth colliding with each other echoes along with the rain.

My eyes seem to be glued to his locked while I pray for them to open.

"Don't go," I whimper crying. "Don't go...don't leave me," I touch my forehead in his; crying and hugging him tightly, offering him the least warmth I have still in me. "Don't leave me too, I can't bear it...please," My cries stop as I hear a loud sound and sit up.

My eyes snap open. My room is covered in darkness; nobody is here. My body is covered in sweat as it waggles in my bed. I continue shaking, feeling the cold of my nightmare follow me in my room. My pillow is wet for the tears and the sheets are thrown in the side forming a big ball. I feel tears still streaming down and I know I won't sleep. I won't bear to see his lifeless body again, his blank eyes lacking their glow.

I head to my next class feeling my lashes closing at the lack yet need of sleep. I yawn pushing my legs to move and wishing I could make it to the class. My eyes scan the corridors while I walk catching a few stares and whispers as I pass them. A pair of eyes connect with my own and I freeze in my tracks.

His shoulders are firm as well as his figure that was towering mine. His fists are clenched at his sides when his lips are pressed into a thick line. His scowl troubles his brow while his eyes are stuck in mine. I feel cold and terror running down my spine, halting me. For some moments, I lose track of time recalling the last time he neared me. And now, I'm all alone without an angel or a demon to protect me.

My fighting skills are terrible given the fact, I never really had to fight anyone. I was that type of girl that preferred to talk instead of fight, that was my strategy. When Edward is concerned though; words will be lost in the whistle of air; useless. I return the opposite way not really knowing where I'm heading.

The glitter of blonde hair offers me a gush of utter relief that puts my body and mind to rest. I get closer to him as I study his blonde hair that always shine under the strong sun that creeps in through the row of glass window that is in our right side; covering the whole wall of the corridor.

He shuts his locker loudly, not caring who hears him, and stops when his eyes land in mine; blue ocean eyes.

"What's going on?" He asks before a frown marries his face.

"Nothing, why does it have to be something wrong?"

"You seem scared," He replies and I get this pain in my stomach again. He knows me a bit too well. "And you wouldn't have come close to me, if it weren't,"

"That's not true," I state. "We have been talking,"

"Since that night how many times exactly did we talk because you came to me?" He questions a bit furiously; raising his eyebrows and piercing his blue eyes in my green ones.

"I-I don't know," I murmur trying to think.

"None," He snaps and I feel the anger built up inside of me. I remember my dream; his words that I won't believe whatever he claims. Maybe he was right. However, he has no right to act like that to me, after all he did to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to talk to the person who acted like he was in love with me in order to use me and I don't believe him when he says he really wants me back. I'm so sorry, I guess I'm the one with trust issues here, you're a perfect and decent guy." I exclaim sadistic. He shakes his head trying to let his go but fails.

"You know what, that's enough with this shit! Every time we talk, you fucking bring this up."

"Don't you dare put this on me," I hiss.

"I didn't put this on you, you put this you!"

"It's not my fault you destroyed everything we had and for sure, you don't get to act like this!"

"Like what? Being fucking understanding? Constantly giving you time? Being more patient than ever waiting for you to decide?"

"You are not..." I stop comprehending the pointless conversation. "I'm done," I snap.

"Yeah, so am I," He cries and putting his back over his shoulder before taking off.

"Does that mean we are done?" I shout making him stop. The corridor that was previously bustled with running bodies; is empty. The sun graces his hair as he turns around. His eyes burn mine as I feel the irritation fighting with anticipation.

"Aren't we already?" He growls with fire blazing his blue eyes making them glisten. I see the reflection of the sunlight in them as silence covers the atmosphere. Everything stops its movement; time stretches causing the moment to last for a little more before it gets lost in eternity. Before we get lost and disappear from each other's lives.

I turn my back and force myself to move. My heart sinks in my chest while the fear and sorrow overcome my shattered, in million pieces, soul.