He just stood there, that was all he could bring himself to do. Emotions flared inside of him like a war zone. He was so upset that she wanted nothing to do with him. And he was so angry at himself for making it that way. He was so angry he was even there. What hurt him most was when she mocked his accent. She didn't even hate<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>he was, she hated<span style="font-style: italic">who</span>he was. She took something as small as the way he spoke words, and somehow made him just want to sew his lips together, and never want to speak again. He could have never spoke to anyone as though they were inferior for something like that. He felt like a dog that was just brutally beaten as he stood there, dumbfounded. He wasn't going to cry, he knew that. He could, but he wouldn't. The last piece of eye contact they made, his eyes were clear, and they were in a great deal of pain. He'd opened up and trusted her due to this profound feeling he'd had with her.<br/><br/>He hated it. He wished he could just go to sleep and not wake up. Burned into his mind was the moment she kissed him and he felt such bliss. And burned in his mind right beside it was her mocking him. Eventually he couldn't even look up. How foolish was it to trust someone so easily? Why hadn't he just walked straight to waters instead of finding that cafe? What would people do, try to stop him? Try to throw him in some facility? They could try, but he had water. What did they have? They had nothing. He couldn't shake the pain he was under, he tried and tried but nothing changed. The violent thoughts of him just harming others to get what he needed hurt him even further. Nothing he'd ever done mattered or was right. That's why he didn't have a father. He'd heard what other demigods had done for their parents. Some killed people just because it made things a tiny bit more convenient.<br/><br/>He was stuck in a trance he couldn't stop. But in it, he could feel it. His control over water was becoming much stronger, but in that, unstable. His clothes suddenly became soaked in an instant, and he'd let go of his grip on the ocean. It was that first second of salt water flooding his mouth and lungs that brought him back to reality, and he regained his composure, at least, as close to being composed as he could. He swallowed the water, he didn't care that it was 'dangerous', it belonged to his father, he'd drink it if he damn well pleased. He fell to his knees as water lost its effect on him again, and he choked on the water for just a moment. He didn't want Alannah to go. But for the first time in forever, the water was now only a burden on him. He hated it all. He just wanted to be gone. He could slow her with his power. But he didn't think he was going to. He just wanted it to be over. What was the point of holding her back?<br/><br/>His head rose back up, and his gaze shot back at her. "I can't believe you'd do that!" Dimitri choked out, salt water still coated his lungs, everything he said came out in a choking grunt. His voice was much more broken but raspy and deeper. He didn't care. "You made me trust you! I hadn't even known a single thing like that, never kissed a single person, never even dreamed of being so close to another body! How could you? You made me think, you-you took all my-" He stopped. He felt hopeless. Nothing mattered. She was going to be gone. And why did it even matter? Was this really what he built himself to be. "Don't go Alannah. I'm so<span style="font-style: italic">fucked up</span>." He whispered, so much quieter. He'd hoped she couldn't hear. And prayed that she could. He said it in his normal voice, though it was far more broken and cracked than usual. He'd recovered from that gulp of water finally. But his head hung down, he wasn't going to be able to watch her swim away. He just closed his eyes. He was going to cry, the second he was certain she was gone.