Leo painstakingly packed his bag and sat on his bed. 

He kept staring ahead, his eyes clouded with thought. 

His face cold, serene and paler than usual. 

He took out his wallet from his pocket, opening it to see his parents picture, with him in the middle. 

A little Leo who smiled widely with crescent eyes.

He stared at it for a while. His mind racing and after a few intense minutes, he closed it. 

Ravi sat in his room, angrily scribbling in his book. 

His shoulders tense and his eyes as dull and cold as ever.

My precious time was wasted because of him.

I didn't even need him...

Leo left his room, walking towards the familiar blue door. 

Argh...

Ravi crumpled up the paper in frustration.

It wasn't good enough. 

It was not at all even close to what he had planned. 

He squeezed the crumpled up paper as if he was squeezing it's life out. 

Leo opened the door, watching the chaos from the following day still lying around. 

He closed his eyes, remembering how the other had turned around, glaring at him ever so coldly.

He had kissed him just a few days ago. 

He was so warm, so soft, he held an innocence in that demeanor of his. 

He needed to know him more and more. 

If his heart were dead, Ravi was the one to make it beat again.

To make him feel alive and he felt happy.

He will not leave him.

Ravi threw the paper behind at the rest of the hoard building up from countless crumpled sheets.

"I can do this.." He tells himself as he shuts his eyes in utter anguish. Trying to pull himself together. 

Leo walked up the familiar stairs to the top, towards the room he was just getting familiar with. 

Each step he took, made the ghosts reach out for him to drag him down. 

To drag him away from his destiny. 

They clamored, they grabbed at anything.

But, Leo's determination didn't even make them appear to him. 

The butler didn't dare approach him, as Leo pushed the double doors.

"Here goes nothing..." 

When Ravi hears the disturbing noises outside, he jumps up from his seat. 

"Damn it! Who the hell is out there!?" He roars in apparent irritation. But then, he turns at the open door.

His eyes widen, in hope. A softness in them. 

For just a second, till they turn fierce and cold again.

"Who said you could come here? You think you can do whatever you want now, eh?" Ravi questioned bitterly.

"I don't need a million dollars." Was the other's quiet response as he approached close at the puzzled musician.

"I may have 'voluntarily dropped out' from the camp, but I will continue with the deal I made." 

Ravi grinned heartlessly. 

"You think I'd change my mind because of that money? That's chump change. I don't need you. Even