Erika nodded to his description. "Alright, stay where you are. I'll call the police, they'll come and get you. Take care, Keith." She ended the call, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid and hoping that this was not a permanent condition. Soon after she dialled the police, gave them the description of the area as well as a description of Keith and his bike. They would pick him up in ten minutes and she especially insisted on bringing him to the hospital, as he had lost his memory. Once she was done, she hesitated calling Alexandria, but eventually decided against it. The situation was already bad enough. Luckily Marcus was in the hospital and out of the way.<br/><br/>A couple of hours later, Alexandria was sitting in an expensive restaurant, dining with Gabriel. She was still reluctant about anything that concerned Keith, but Gabe persisted. When their conversation wasn't going anywhere and he felt like he was having a conversation with a stubborn politician too stuck in her principles, he changed the subject for a moment. "How are your music classes?" He asked and sipped his wine. "Have you mastered Vivaldi's Winter yet?"<br/><br/>Alexandria smiled slightly. "Vivaldi was five years ago. He wants me to do piano and therefore Chopin for the national competition the academy is holding soon." She sighed a little. "I used to dislike the lessons and the after school activities. But now I almost feel relieved to go there. And play and sing."<br/><br/>Gabe nodded. "Last time I checked, you sing wonderfully. You have a beautiful, haunting voice. It remains in my head for weeks. Has Keith heard you sing yet?"<br/><br/>She pouted and arched a brow. "Sing? Hmph, that's none of other people's business, so no, he hasn't." Alex sipped her wine. "Look, Gabe, about Keith-"<br/><br/>"Don't say it." He hurried to cut her sentence. "I know what you're going to say. We've been through this many times already. It's fear, Alexandria. Fear of losing, fear of revealing everything about yourself, fear of the past repeating itself..."<br/><br/>The blonde tensed a little. She looked down to her empty plate, hoping he would not press any further. But Gabe did. "I know what's in your mind, all of it. But I think the most painful part is what happened a few years ago. Which, still, was not your fault, Alex."<br/><br/>She bit her lip and shook her head, unable to speak. With her eyes she begged him not go any further. "That guy was already depressed before he moved in here." Gabe continued nonetheless. "His father was an alcoholic and drug abuser. He wasn't popular at school. He had already thought about killing himself before."<br/><br/>Alexandria glared at him, tears forming in his eyes. "Don't, Gabe. Don't go there." She tried to calm her breathing. "There's no denying the fact that I was the one who pushed him over the edge. All he needed was a little push and..." The blonde couldn't continue. "I still see dreams about it. How it was all blamed on his depression and how my dad just covered things up. I still have his blood on his hands." She lowered her voice. "Can't you see, Gabe? It's all too familiar. Keith comes from a similar background, he's unpopular and I've done terrible things. How do you think I should tell him that I practically killed someone? Someone just like him, even though he claimed to love me? I told you I have monsters inside me. Those that others have are nothing compared to them."