<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu loosened his grip as the mood seemed to change drastically for the worse, Alida averting her gaze as to avoid making eye contact with the young man. A strange pang of sorrow tugged at his heart, though the feelings were strange and felt alien inside his body. It was almost as if he could feel how badly he had hurt the poor girl with his actions and words.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida want Izu,"</span></span>she said softly, pushing away from him some and removing his hand from her rear. Izu offered no resistance, his hand falling limp to his side. Another pang of sadness tore through his core like an earth-splitting quake. The feelings struck a slight panic deep in his stomach, but he had little time to think on it with the situation with Alida.<br/><br/>Izu watched silently as the petite girl exited the shower and began to dry herself off. Then came even more emotions, but this time they were his own. They flooded his core with feelings that were so very foreign to the young man. Pain that wasn't physical. Sorrow for someone else being sad, and rage for not knowing how to fix the issue. The last feeling to emerge from the pit of his stomach was panic, and a great deal of it at that. His heart began to race as hundreds of horrible thoughts encased his mind, causing his legs to grow weak. As a sad rage took hold of his heart, Izu struck the shower wall as hard as he could. Shower tiles cracked under the sudden force, blood spilling from his clenched fist as he attempted to choke back the flood of emotions that he couldn't make sense of.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"What the fuck is wrong with me?"</span></span>he said in a panic, blood mixing with a pool of water around his feet that refused to drain quickly.<br/><br/>Seconds turned into minuets as Izu tried to get some kind of control on the torrent of emotions that whirled around in his head. The young man sunk to his knees and began to shake violently, his bloodied hand fidgeting with the shower nob. As the water cut off, Izu went wide eyed, pupils dilating in a hysterical manner as a small mixture of chuckles and whimpers escaped his lips. Hands raised to his ears and pressed against his head to try and block out the voices of his torn conscious. Another few minuets went by before he left the bathroom, a bloodied white towel wrapped around his hips while his messed up hand hung limp at his side, blood dripping as he walked into the bedroom.<br/><br/>As his eyes met with Alida's, he noticed that her eyes were still a bit red and puffy from crying, but she still tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Izu knew better though. He knew that he was cause of her tears and that caused him even more of the strange twangs of pain.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida clean blankets,"</span></span>she said with a fake smile. Izu said nothing though as he approached her, falling to his knees once he was right in front of her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"What's wrong with me, Alida?"</span></span>he asked in a hysterical voice. Tears began to stream down his cheek as he reached for her hand.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"There are so many emotions, thoughts and feelings running wild in my head. It's as if I've gone crazy and my mind is arguing with itself. Please make it stop!"</span></span>he pleaded frantically.