His hand hold yours tightly after he sits on the table in front of you, facing you with resignation. "You won't say anything, love?" he asks you after the silent between both of you almost bring him to death.

"In some minutes, your friends will come to this classroom. If you keep bottling up your emotions like this, I'll stay no matter how they will look at us in curious." Lazarus looks at you deeply.

"Just go," I murmer in a ragged breath, stomping my foot to the floor—don't want him interrupt my space any longer.

"How can you do this to me, hm?" Lazarus sigh, reaching your cheek and caress it gently. "I'm worried, love. I cannot read your mind. And I know, you know, it's not healthy. I tried everything to make this relationship in healthy, so please, sweetheart."

Lazarus really confuse. He has no idea what were you thinking, why you suddenly having grudge towards him—and the worst is, towards your own parents. Something must be happened between you and them, that lead you pressed your emotion and project it to him.

His sweetheart was the sweetest girl he ever known. You are not really you right now.