A/N: I really need to go back and revise the older chapters. I really gag when reading them. Also, I got a medal for winning 8th place in my regional writing competition so I'll be going to to state in May! And quick question,  why have none of you questioned how this story started? Like our boy was in a padded room?

Somehow, to this invisible music, I stood up and started swaying. An hour had already passed and we had finished our food so now seemed like the best time to let myself go.

I could feel a small ache in my chest, mostly due to not being on a certain medication but I decided to listen to it as I drifted away, pondering to myself why I was like this.

To that I had no simple explanation besides what happens will happen. I didn’t want to be such a burden to those around me but fate decided that I will always need a shoulder to lean on.

Luckily for me, I had many.

I knew that it used scared Haruhi when I grew impulsive, making brash decisions or when I grew quiet and didn't do anything for days.

I can remember lonesome nights spent laying in bed, trash littering the floor, plates of barely eaten food stacked up beside.

I remember falling asleep and walking up in old clothes that I had been wearing for days. The nights where brushing my teeth felt like am impossible task. When my face broke out with ance from lack of cleanliness and water.

Those were the bad days.

When I met Youta, the bad days didn't go away, just got a little better.

He would text me small reminders or words of encouragement. Sometimes, he'd come over to help me clean and if we didn't finish that day then we try again the next.

He didn't mind my brash decisions, only helped when they got too dangerous.

He was always good when it came to leaving me. He understood that some days talking was too much for me to handle so we'd either spend those days away from each other or take the time in blissful silence.

When I met Kyoya, someone who could help me as well, it was wonderful.

He was quieter than Youta, more calm and collected. That was a nice change of pace. Sitting beside Kyoya, listening to him speak was hypnotizing, a sweet honey dripping down from sweet saccharine lips.

I smiled, turning to see Youta dancing with me. Kyoya took my hand, pulling me into a sway as we rocked from side to side.

We passed each other around, everyone taking turns dancing while the other stood to the side.

We danced to music that wasn't even there, a beat unable to be heard by those who won't stop to listen.

And when one is in this trance, it's impossible to tell how many time will pass so it was certainly a surprise to see rays of a blossoming sun shining down on us.

"Let's take you two home, " Youta smiled, kissing my forehead.

With a soft nod of our heads, we piled back into the car.

I curled up into a ball, laying my head on Kyoya's lap, wanting nothing more than to sleep away with the events of today playing over and over again.

And just as my eyes shut fully, I heard a soft whisper in my ear.

"You won this time, Fujioka. "