This whole thing was a mess. The minute I walked into my studio, my heart shattered. My throat became dry, as tears erupted from my eyes. I shakily put my hands over my mouth. My paintings. I walked over, my hand sweeping over my now broken globe. Glass, paint, brushes, canvas', and my easel, everything was broken. My huge window to the studio, had a hole in it.

My knees grew weak, as I just sat there and shook. I cried and cried and cried. I didn't even look t see what time it was. The day dreaded on for what seemed like forever. The sun finally went down. My door was wide open. Tears were still falling from my face, as I look at the pieces I tried so hardly to make.

"Asuna?" A voice emerged. I didn't even look up. My sobs becoming more noticeable by the second. I looked up slowly, not even bothering to wipe the tears away. Kirito's eyes widened, he looked from left to right.

"What the hell?!" He shouted. I just sat there, rocking myself back and forth.

"My a-art, it-it's g-gone," My voice was hoarse, my nose stuffed, the tears taking a small break, but only for a short minute.

"Asuna," Kirito swept me of my butt, into his arms. My tears, coming back.

"How long has it been like this?" He hissed.

"S-Since this m-morning," I cried out.

"Alright, whoever did this is going to pay," Kirito growled, "BIG TIME."

Shortly after, Kirito had called the authorities, telling them what I had told him. I just sat there, being completely useless. My body was still shaking. All of my art, just broken pieces of plaster, and paint. Then a Woman wearing her police uniform came up to me, "Miss, can you please tell us what happened?"

"I came in this m-morning, f-finding everything on the floor." I croaked out.

"Is that all?" I nodded, making her sigh.

"Alright, Ms.Yuuki, you can go home now." I nodded, tears escaping again. Kirito came over, thanked the nice police officer, and took me home.

"Asuna," He tried to speak, but all that was coming were sighs of desperation. He was trying to comfort me, yet cheer me up, but even he was upset.

"M-My a-art." I choked out. My tears finally stopped, I was breathing evenly now. I was in yoga pants and a belly shirt, sitting on the couch, with my hot chocolate. I was just staring into the flames of the fire place, "Asuna, come here." Kirito sighed, I shook my head.

"Would you like to go out?" He asked, I shook my head.

I wanted nothing but to stay here, and stare into the fire. I just let a few tears slip. Kirito came over, wiped my tears, and pulled my into his chest.

"Let it out Asuna, you've been holding back quite a while. Haven't you?" He looked down at me sadly, as I just nodded, crying out ever ounce of saltwater my eyes held.

We just sat back down on the couch, this time I was leaning on Kirito, "Was your competition painting in there?" He asked, I shook my head.

"No, I sent them both in already." He gave me a questioning look.

"Them both?" He said aloud.

"Yeah, I couldn't choose one," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. He laughed, as he threw is head back. I giggled along with him.

"There she is," He pushed his pointer finger against my nose.

"Stop it," I pouted, looking away.

"You know you like it!" He chuckled, as he started messing with me.

"Kirito!" I whined.

"Let's go to bed Asuna. I have work tomorrow morning, and so do you." He smiled, took my hand, and led me to our bedroom.

"Goodnight," I laid down, and the darkness numbed my brain.