Sutis of amor. They werent exactly the most social spot in the whole castle. And thats just why Chase wanted to be here. He dint need people bugging him. He just.. needed to think.

He sat down in between two of the suits of armor and wtched as they seemed to flinch away from him. THey probably didnt want to get spots on thier shiny exterior.

Chase sighed and closed his eyes as he sat there . The image of Whit dead... it.. was creating some major mayhem in chase's brain. He couldnt stop thinking about it. then other toughts kept creeping up there.. what if they were moving too fast? What if suddenly she decided that she didnt love him any more? She was tired of him? What if he got tired of her? He shook his head a the thought and sighed restng his head against his knees. They were young.. She was twelve.. She had the rest of her life to pick who she wanted to be with. She could easily pick someone else.

A thought occured to him. He actually wanted her to find someone beter than him. Someone that would fit her better and wouldnt disappoint her. If she knew his past.. there was no way she could love him anymore.