A/N: This is a sort-of songfic to the song Breathe by Paramore. It's about six years after Fang leaves, and the ages are estimated because well… I'm lazy. So forgive me if they are off.

Disclaimer: I do not own the series or the song.

Breathe

Fang's tired feet carried him into the bar that was nestled between two other run down buildings. He'd been doing a lot of walking lately, afraid that if he flew somebody might see him. A certain somebody. Several certain somebodies.

Five, to be exact.

How awkward would it be if he happened to run into them in the air? Fang tried to shake the image out of his mind as he sat himself on a stool and ordered something cheap.

He was taking a swig from his glass when the band started up. He spun in his seat to get a better look, not having noticed them before.

I climb, I slip, I fall

Reaching for your hands

But I lay here all alone

Sweating all your blood

If I could find out how

To make you listen now

Because I'm starving for you here

With my undying love

And I, I will

A girl around his own age of 20 sat at the piano, singing into the mic. Her voice was beautiful, much like herself. She was tall, lean, and had black hair that Fang knew had to be dyed because her eyebrows were a light brown. She also had eyes that were brown like the iced cappuccino he'd had earlier that morning. Her dark hair was short and hidden beneath a grey cadet hat that matched her jacket.

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause there's no hope for today

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause maybe there's another way

The girl's voice became more passionate upon reaching the chorus, and she raised herself off her seat for a moment before settling back onto the polished black wood.

A boy sat behind a drumset a little to the left behind her. He was around fourteen, with short blonde hair and baby blue eyes. His ripped off sleeves revealed muscles that were impressive for a fourteen year old boy. Fang remembered having similar ones at that age. At the start of the chorus he quickly struck a cymbal multiple times, creating one fluid sound. Between the chorus and the second verse he started to play a beat, shaking his head a bit.

I climb, I slip, I fall

Reaching for your hands

But I lay here all alone

Sweating all your blood

If I could find out how

To make you listen now

Because I'm starving for you here

With my undying love

And I, I will

Fang felt his heart breaking upon hearing the lyrics again, as he listened to them a little more. They sounded so…. Personal, somehow. Like she was singing to him alone.

During the second verse another boy began to play. He also looked to be the same age as Fang, with long strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes. He cradled his guitar as if it held his entire world inside. He played slowly.

A little girl stood next to the older boy, a violin tucked snugly between her neck and hand. Her eyes were closed, her curly blonde head bowed as she swayed gently. Fang was surprised by the passion radiating from her. She couldn't be more than twelve.

An African American girl of about seventeen swayed gently, strumming her bass. Her wild, curly hair covered most of her face. She then flipped her hair back to stare at the audience and Fang felt a surprising sense of familiarity as he watched them all.

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause there's no hope for today

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause maybe there's another way

They broke into the bridge with more energy than they'd displayed the first minute or two of the song. The girl at the piano caught his attention once more. She was doing that thing again, rising and falling with the music, as if she almost couldn't keep herself contained.

Her eyes turned to the audience, and she had that look in her eye - the look of something wild being restrained, being held just before the surface - and Fang felt he'd seen that look before….

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause there's no hope for today

Breathe for love tomorrow

Cause maybe there's another way

I climb, I slip, I fall

Into your empty hands

But I lay here all alone

Sweating all your blood

The music faded away into nothingness, and the people in the bar wildly applauded. Fang clapped half-heartedly, too distracted to be excited. He couldn't shake that feeling that the lyrics were directed at him.

But he pulled his windbreaker tighter around him as the band left the stage. He stepped out into the cool air, and an unforgiving wind whipped past, ripping away the sense of familiarity Fang had felt and leaving him with nothing.