"Damn right I am! Now what do you have to do now?" Sylph asked.

"Feel like a complete asshole, she deserves better than me," I say.

"NO! YOU HAVE TO APOLOGIZE!" Sylph yelled, unraveling the stitches holding Ace to the chair.

"Then she can find a better guy," I say.

"That's up to her. She's in her little garden..." Sylph stated, opening the door.
Frazz was sitting in her garden, some bandage and gauze wrapped where one of her brown eyes should be. She was wearing a dress revealing pulsing roots and vines crawling underneath her skin. She popped a squishy circular thing in her mouth and bit into it with a disgusting squish.

I slowly went up to her, "F-frazz... I-i-i can't describe in w-words on h-how sorry I am for doing s-such an awful thing t-to a sweet girl like you..." I say, crying.

Frazz looked at Ace. "You should consider the variables before you act next time......" A,he stated in an emotionless voice, continuing to chew the squishy thing.

"I was scared... I'm so f**king sorry... You deserve better, I wish you the best." I say.

Frazz glared at Ace. "Where exactly are you going." She asked, some blood dripping down her chin.

"My house," I say.

Frazz stood up and walked out of the garden. You could easily count her ribs and she was very pale. "I'm sorry too..." She looked drowsy and ready to pass out.

I hugged her, "You have no reason to be sorry," I mumble.

"Bullsh...." She collapsed into Ace's arms.

I pick her up and take her to my house.

Frazz essentially had two feet in her death bed. Her skin was going translucent, her eyes were hollow, and her joints and bones were starting to lock and fuse more often.