The man was sat on the arm chair, holding his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do, or if he could indeed do anything. All he knew was that it would be better for everyone, and himself, if he just kept his mouth shut.

"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry…" He trailed off, then suddenly thought back to the moment his band mate, his best friend, had shouted at him, sneering that he never wanted to see him again, and his whole being just suddenly dissolved into coração wrenching sobs.

"I've never seen him act like that before, even while we were in high school, and he hated that place." Their band mate, and other best friend, The Rev, whispered softly. He couldn't figure out what the distraught man sat in the arm chair had done wrong, but kept his thoughts, and his hands, firmly to himself.

"It shouldn't have happened, man, not like this." Another member, Johnny Christ, shook his head in disgust.

"We need to calm down, Johnny-" The fifth, and final, member of Avenged Sevenfold, M. Shadows, started.

"What the hell did you two think you were playing at!" Johnny yelled, extremely pissed off at the two older men's actions.

"I'm sorry." The man sitting in a heap in the arm chair was, of course, Zacky Vengeance. He couldn't bring himself to look up while he wallowed in self pity.

"But you've got nothing to be sorry for." Jimmy smiled sadly.

"What? Of course I have!" Zacky suddenly became defensive, his feelings confusing him. "Brian doesn't want anything mais to do with me. I've screwed A7X up for good."

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Johnny said snidely.

"Johnny!" Jimmy looked shocked at the bassists' sudden aggressiveness.

"What! You were going to start sticking your remo in again?" Johnny looked from Jimmy to Zacky to Matt before stalking off upstairs, slamming the bedroom door.

"Zacky?" Matt said softly, and waited for the rhythm guitarist to look up at him before continuing. "You need to talk to Syn."

Zacky inclined his head slightly and Matt went upstairs to calm Johnny down.

The Rev roubou a sideways glance at Zacky before sighing inaudibly.

"You know, it's not your fault."

"Of course it is." Zacky said, before standing up.

The older man looked into his eyes before placing his hand lightly on Zacky's forearm.

"Please don't." Zacky begged, his eyes glazing over with tears. He couldn't stop his body from trembling as Jimmy moved closer to him.

"No, Zacky. You need to figure out what, and who, you want." The Rev couldn't help but stare at the younger male's full lips, before moving his head progressivo, para a frente and brushing his own against them.

Zacky pulled away, astonished at the drummer's bold actions, making the rhythm guitarists feelings, and sexuality, even mais confusing than before.

"Think about it." Jimmy's sea blue orbs stared into his own oliva, verde-oliva green ones before skulking out of the living area, slamming the front door.

Zacky collapses onto the sofa and hot, fresh tears start to make their way down his cheeks.