Me and April still sit intertwined with each other in the moonlit classroom. "Does Max know?" She asks and I instinctively look over at my sleeping friend. "Not everything. Only that I got into a fight with a bunch of friends and I just didn't want to deal with people anymore." I explain. "While I'm honored to be the first to know, that's extremely vague." She points out and I nod. "Tissue?" She offers me one, practically waving it in front of my face. "Sure." I chuckle as I accept it and blow my nose. "Where did this come from anyway?" I ask with a curious look on my face. "Well before you came over, I was pretty sure I'd cry if I was alone..." April's voice jokingly trails off. "And now that I'm here, I was the one that cried, talk about uncool. Your image of me must have certainly gone down a bunch." I point out, thinking about what I just did. "Some girls like a man that can cry. Only in the right times though." She replies and I'm immediately confused. "Really?" I ask genuinely curious. "Yep." She replies, relaxing against me. (I've been into this situation far more many times than I thought today...) I think as I'm aware of April's body pressing against mine. (It didn't feel that way with Anette though...) I'm still onto my train of thoughts as silence has fallen between us. "What now you getting cold feet? You were pretty lax with Anette earlier..." She throws at me but I quickly evade the subject. "Hey, so what did you mean about the things being the same, earlier?" I ask her and she sighs. "You're just gonna ignore what I said, right?" She realizes and sighs for a second time. "So what you're telling me is basically, "because I spilled my guts, hurry up and spill yours April!"" She voices theatrically. "Something like that, yeah. But I'm also genuinely curious." I reply, sincerely. She shifts inside my embrace and takes a deep breath. "For almost all my life, I lived with my mum alone, here in Kirkwalle. My parents divorced when I was little and I barely remember my dad. My mum though, has a sister that she greatly looks up to, or more precisely is jealous of. She's famous, pretty, successful, and a respected businesswoman. Basically she has whatever my mum ever wanted to. But my mum has given up on her dream of catching up to her. She did, when I was born to be exact. But instead of banishing those ambitions of hers, she passed me them on to me. She wants to make me the "perfect woman" or lady or whatever. She always said I had the looks so it will be easy for me. She always corrects if I'm not talking prim and proper. She never allowed me to play out with my friends when I was young. I would always watch them from the window, as they ran around playing basketball, volleyball and all of the things I wanted to do too, basically. She would always say "That's not what a young lady should do!" and forced me back to my room to study. She would scold me if she caught me slouching or if I said something like "darn", even. She always tells me, that "A lady should always smile and be kind to others" and forced me to act that way anywhere. But as I grew up, and saw the other girls at school, I realized that this is not who I am. My mum always wanted a "proper lady" for a daughter, and not me. Honestly, I'm tired of playing her own game. That's why I act out when I'm alone. That's why I broke character back in the bathroom too. I would always listen to her, because she is the only family I have ever known. Even if she only needs me just to surpass her sister one day. But since we've been trapped here, I've been thinking. Seeing all of that stuff, death awaiting in every corner and hearing your and Anette's stories, I've came to ask myself a couple of times "Why do I still keep this up?". Maybe because I don't know who I am or who I should be anymore. My persona and me, are sometimes difficult to differentiate between." She finally tells me all that she had been holding her back this whole time as she sighs once again. "You are April. You are you. Maybe some things between the real you and your persona overlap, because that was already who you were, before your mum told you so. Maybe you act kind by nature and feel that you're acting that way because of your mum." I give her a piece of my mind and she turns to look at me. "What I'm getting at is, just be who you want to be. And the rest will work itself out." I explain as she sits up next to me and my arm falls from her shoulder. "So do you think it's fine for me to be myself?" She asks, as she maintains eye-contact for more than usual, her face closer than ever. "It's more than fine. I WANT you to be yourself. I want to see the real you." I come up with an answer that I wholeheartedly stand by and before I know it our faces are barely inches away. As I gaze inside her sparkling eyes, lit only by the moon and feel her mint breath tickling my nose, suddenly our lips are pressed together. I don't remember who leaned forward first, all I can think about is her. It's a brief innocent thing that only lasts for a second or two before we separate. "That was..." She whispers, her face still barely apart from mine. "Nice?" I try to finish her sentence as she giggles, her face more red than ever. "More than that." She replies and comes even closer. "Once is never enough, right?" She repeats the words I uttered a few minutes ago and presses her lips against mine for the second time. This time, it's longer and more passionate. After 20 seconds we're both out of breath and finally pull apart, leaning our backs against the wall. "Woah..." I exclaim, completely stunned. "Woah indeed..." She imitates me and I'm suddenly reminded of something. "Oh yeah, what about your leg? Is it still swollen?" I ask as she looks at me and then bursts out laughing. "I can't believe you! You're impossible! Why ask me that now of all times?" She asks me and I shush her so the others won't wake up. "Hey, I completely forgot about it cut me some slack..." I shrug and smile back at her. She sighs contentedly and leans against my shoulder, inviting me for another hug. An invitation that I obviously accept, gently placing my arm over her shoulder. "What was that about romance not being able to blossom, in a school filled with deadly traps?" April voices and immediately catch up to what she's saying. "You heard us!?" I say in a much louder voice than I planned and this time she is the one to shush me. "Yeah, kinda..." She replies and I immediately find room to tease her. "Wow, April the stalker! I get that you're into me but that's kinda scary girl..." I jokingly say. "What? As if I would be into you!" She replies and I look at her with raised brows. "So you're not?" I ask with a cheeky smile and she settles back into my arms. "Maybe I am." She says in a low voice and I internally scream (Man am I in love? I must be, right?) "Jack..." She suddenly calls out to me cutting off my thoughts. "Yeah?" I reply rubbing her arm. (Something about her saying my name makes my head fuzzy... Damn, I'm in love after all!) "Do you trust me?" She asks and for a moment I hesitate. But, after a second or so the answer comes naturally. "Yeah, I do." I squeeze her arm as I say that. "Great. I do too. Honestly." She says contentedly and I can feel my lips forming a smile. "You know... when we get out of here, I think I'll finally talk to my mum. I'll tell her everything, whether she'll believe me or not. And I'll try acting like myself when I'm around others too. I'm done running. I'm done being an anti-social prick with trust issues. I hope I'll manage though..." My voice trails off at the last part, but my determination doesn't waver. "I'm sure she'll believe you, Jack. And I'm sure you'll manage just fine. I believe in you." She says and I feel butterflies in my stomach. "And I'll talk to MY mum about MY problem. I don't want to be someone else. I want to be me. And if she doesn't love me for that..." She tries to say but I cut her off. "...She will. I know it." I speak my mind, as I squeeze her even tighter. "Thanks, Jack." April replies, her tone soft. "But first, let's make sure we get out of here." I state and I feel her nod. "We will." She replies, her voice low. "If you don't make it out of here with me, I swear to God I'm going to kill you, you hear?" She says in a threatening manner and I chuckle. "Deal. We'll both get out of here." I state once again and she nods. "Hey Jack, can I ruffle your hair?" She suddenly blurts out. "What?" I exclaim surprised. "You heard me." Surprisingly, she doesn't back down. "Why- I mean, no!" I reply and she pouts angrily. "Why not?!" She says loudly and I shush her once again. "It's all greasy, I haven't washed it in 2 days!" I explain trying to defend myself. "Oh come on it looks really good anyway, so who cares?" She says sitting up and reaching for my head. I sigh, and let her do whatever she wants. She starts playing around with it as her expression resembles that of a kid in an amusement park. "Why do you style it like that? You must be a crazy Titanic fan..." She comments throwing my hair all around my face. "Pffftt... Hey I'm not a Titanic fan I'm just lazy!" I explain after I blow some strands off my face. "Whatever you say, Leo Junior! Oh, and you even have the same name as him in the movie!" She realizes as her expression turns into one of surprise. "That is pure coincidence, I assure you." I remove her hand and fix my hair up the way it should be. "Yeah yeah." She says, as we shift back into our previous positions. "Wanna call it a night?" I ask but she shakes her head. "Can't we stay like this?" She asks and I feel her stiffen. "If that's what you want. A lady's wish is my command!" I jokingly comment and she immediately nudges me with a "Hey!". "Thanks..." She relaxes against me with a smile of content on her face and we spend the next hour talking about silly stuff until we're fast asleep, in each other's arms. (Amidst all this chaos, I found myself, and someone special along the way...)