It was the illustration of danger that caused chain reactions and triggering moments in our lives. Whenever any problem occurred, it had danger stamped on it and rolled towards us, trouble seemed to find us whenever we go, it got me thinking about the end of our illustration.

Oregonian people started to walk back to their houses with children giggling and skipping away, others walked with their heads down contemplating about the miseries of their lives.

We weren't able to concentrate at all after we said bye to a crying Mrs. Christina, not having it in our hearts to let her go in that state so, with a few encouraging words, we had to let her go back to her love.

Levy was the epitome of resiliency. It made me wish that I had that quality in me, he was able to recover and stuck up to the deal his mom made, he didn't throw a fit but he was brooding when it came down to gangs and what did they do to his parents.

"Levy, please," I hugged him back as his broad back heaved up and down in a not-so-relaxing manner, "you can't keep doing this to yourself, we need to keep our heads together,"

I found him stiff just thinking about the instant situation we were in yet he was as calm as a beginning of the storm, he turned around with hooded eyes and sighed.

"We will study, let us just watch people for now," he whispered loudly enough for me to catch on what he meant. Levy always went for taking in the nature to calm down his erratic body system and to think more clearly.

I happily took my time into his embrace as we watched more people excitedly walking from our view.

"So did you really read my Girl Code Guidebook? I never knew you were into that stuff," I joked, trying to lighten the mood and since I couldn't see his reaction, I figured by the silence that he was deep into his own thoughts.

I turned around to face him as his fingers lightly traced my hips with furrowed eyebrows and glazed eyes.

"I want to know what you're thinking Levy," I murmured as my hands found their way to his chest.

His eyes looked down to find mine and I wanted to gasp at how emotional he became. It was like his tough guards crashed down and I could see the portrait of a broken boy hiding behind the oak trees begging for release.

"I'm just thinking about everything that happened to us and how it is my fault," his voice wavered and I wasted no time in taking his head on my shoulder as sobs racked his body, I kept my own tears as I kissed his neck and rubbed his back calmly.

"Baby, this is not your fault at all, you are the strongest person I know and we are going to power through this," I told him when we pulled away and wiped his fallen tears with the back of my hands.

"Can we go to bed? I am exhausted," he mumbled and I nodded, taking his hands to lay him down on the bed.

He wrapped his arms around me when I settled next to him and placed his head on my chest as my arms automatically held him and soothingly played with his hair.

To say I was shocked was an understatement, I never knew Levy could break down in one moment since he never showed anyone his weakness but seeing him so vulnerable tugged my heartstrings and made my stomach drop, I knew that I never wanted to see him in that state.

My cerulean eyes watched my broken killer sleep with the scar prominent on his left eyebrow. He had been going through so much and I felt selfish because while I was hurting, he was hurting too but he never let it appear. He never opened his wounds to me before and it got me into my own thoughts.

My nightdress was filled with sweat when Levy slept on me and his body temperature heightened, I was scared that he might get sick so I gently placed his head on his pillow and went to take a shower so I could get continue my theories about Dimitria and July later.

I sat bare in the big tub that was filled with hot water after I brought a towel and hugged my knees to my chest as I stared at the porcelain wall.

How was I going to deal with them both? who was bad and who was the nice?

It was hard to figure out and the added drama about the Cena gang would surely open the doors of doom to all of us. With the gangs, it was a matter of how long could they live, it was never about escape.

The sun settled down when I emerged out of my long bath and saw the beautiful sunset from the opened balcony door, the orange hue bringing serenity to my heart.

Levy's back was naked with his arms hugging the pillow as he slept on his stomach, the cover resting on the middle of his back and his hair ruffled.

I decided to make him a little snack so we could get back to studying but a knock made all normal thoughts disappear and my heart jumped from the sudden interruption.

My hands clutched my blue flowy dress that rested on my knees when I threw it on and my wet hair was in a fast bun.

I went down as the incessant doorbell was heard and my shaking hand clutched the doorknob, there was no door hole so I decided to be brave and open the door.

My eyes widened and I thought that I was hallucinating at the person in front of me.

With black pants and a white button-up shirt was the last girl I wanted to see on earth.

"What the hell are you doing here?"