"What, feed? Idiot, as much as you - "

"No, I mean with Gabrielle. You know, seeing her for a bit then disappearing?"

"As much as you want. Every time she goes out, maybe once a week, hell, you can show up in her room in the middle of the day for all I care. I'm just watching. I love people going insane. Its rather fun to watch the downfall…" Kale spoke as if he'd seen it before, in a voice too smug for his own good.

Christian lay silent on her bed for sometime, thinking about how much the same they all were, when he remembered Gabrielle should be paid attention to. She was, as far as he knew, still in Edge's room. Why she had gone in there was beyond him. Sighing as he rose, Christian decided to check on her, make sure she was alright.

As she had walked to the room, she could already smell him. The bed they had just bought before he left was there, and had already gained Edge's scent. The blankets smelled of him, the chairs by the window, the entire room was his. But he wasn't there. Gabrielle stood in the doorway, remembering all the times he had done the same. Her eyes wondered over each part of the room, the window they had seen the sun though so many times. The bed they had slept in. The curtains that had to be kept drawn now. Walking farther into the room, she felt a sudden longing, an aching pain within. It was a loss she had felt before, but never to this degree. A draft brushed through the room briskly, urging Gabrielle to take refuge under the blankets she had been under so many times before. As she crawled on the bed, she couldn’t help but think of Edge, the sweet Edge she remembered, the one who had asked no questions on the first night when she begged him to stay. And the second night, the first night she had spent in his room, because she was too alone in hers. She slid underneath, and gathered the sheets all around her, hoping to still the dull pain inside of her. But it only grew stronger as more memories flooded back, leaving her crying with need, and aching with want.

Christian's footsteps grew faster as he heard a childlike crying from Edge's room. It had to be Gabrielle. He walked in to see her curled up beneath the dark blue sheets, whimpering quietly. He watched for a moment, and seeing no indications of an end, walked to the bed, and sat beside her.

"Gabrielle, what is it?" He asked, knowing full well what it was.

"I need Edge." Gabrielle said plainly, in a strangled voice.

"Shit…" Christian swore softly under his breath. He thought it was just pure emotion that made her want him back, but looking into those blank eyes, it was a thrall. But…. That was impossible, Christian thought. Edge hadn't been around to make the mental connection… "Gabrielle? I need to know this, have you seen Edge? Recently?"

"He was there. He saw me…I miss him. I need him, Christian! I hurt!" At this, she lost all semblance of self-control and wept uncontrollably, sputtering out that she needed Edge. Christian let her cry for a while then decided to calm her down, no small task. He tried to get her to leave Edge's room, but she refused, instead drawling the blankets closer around her.

"Christian, will you find him for me? You know where he is right? I- I need him…you can find him!" she looked at Christian with an almost fanatical gaze, and he couldn’t let her down.

"I…. I'll try. But not tonight, please, get out of this room, come to bed and - "

"No! I can't leave! It’s the only way I can be close to him! But you'll stay with me…" He sighed, knowing he couldn’t say no, and lay down with her. Gabrielle still sobbed lightly, and clutched at Christian like a drowning child, burring her head on his shoulder, silently asking him to stay up and watch over her. She was scared that he would disappear, like Edge, and she would be left torn open twice, with a worse pain then she already had.