<div style="text-align: justify;">Alannah felt cold. A deep, distant cold drilled through her bones. She couldn't say anything. Was just gaping at him, her mouth forming a pale "O". In her temporary loss of speech, she settled for wrapping her arms around him instead, resting her head on his shoulder. She drew little circles on his back, trying to convey that it was okay, and that it would be okay and that it was his choice and his choice alone and that she wouldn't try to stop him if he did what seemed smart and left.<br/><br/>The realization that all those things were lies turned the icy feelings to anger. <span style="color: #4080FF">"How <span style="font-style: italic">dare</span> some guy tell ya what to do!"</span> She burst out, gripping him tighter. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya're 19! No one should tell ya what to do, especially not some kinda distant parent or his <span style="font-style: italic">minion.</span>"</span> She spat the last word out, as if it tasted bad. Releasing him from her grip, she began to swim around him, her tail snapping left and right and her fists clenching and unclenching in agitation. It was all just so damn unfair that she wanted to scream. Why did all the nice boys always have weird crap following in their wake?<br/><br/>She stopped dead in front of Dimitri and took a few deep breaths, her anger disappearing upwards with the bubbles. Alannah turned her head a little away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. <span style="color: #4080FF">"So, are ya - are ya gonna?"</span> Her fingernails dug into her upper arms. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Leave, I mean."</span></div>