“No, it doesn’t matter anymore, it never mattered,” Zelo glared and ripped his arm away from Chanhee’s grasp. “Who cares about a kid’s opinion anyway? I’m just young and foolish, right? What does a sixteen year old know about love, nothing.”

It wasn’t fair, Zelo had so much love for the other yet he was rejected like this. To make matters worse, Fallen Zelo’s sadness transferred over to his alter-ego’s. This wasn’t the way he had planned things and when everything went haywire, Zelo blamed himself for being so immature. Chanhee wasn’t his Chanhee, never will be, but having the same face and personality made him think otherwise. Losing Chanhee broke his heart because it was like losing his own Chanhee at the same time. “Forget it, we’re done right? You got to talk, we’re over.”