( the tension in the room could be felt deeply by james and it all seemed to center, or rather revolve around him. the last time he saw maria he saw the monster she had become, the bitter words and angry emotions throw at each other and all he could do as he fought her off was pray it would all be over soon—

because to him, if she didn't kill him then and there he was going to die that day regardless. now though, sucked into a world he didn't remember or recognize, all he could do in this moment was continue dancing as his heart began to race. with each palpitation, and each word from her, he could hear only the anger dripping from her lips and his own heartbeat.

finally when she said those last words, all he could do was look at her with a dark expression. )

I uh....probably figured it was best I didn't tell you what happened. I'm not sure that I even fully understand it.

( he knew it and why it happened, but he lacked the true perspicacity to reflect upon it in a mature way. )

As for that I.....I don't know what to say. You're not even suppose to be here, you aren't even real. If people care about you and see you, then that should mean something right?