Elizabeth hadn't wanted to go to dinner, as usual. She picked and poked at her food, as she had been for some time. And with Aleksey's keys still tight in her hand. She knew it was right to give them back... But she so desperately wanted to hold onto them... The thought very nearly brought tears to her eyes again. She mentally scowled herself, trying to toughen up, but it was hard when you had always been as fragile as glass. Maybe not physically, but mentally, with feelings. She had already been healing, like an animal licking at a wound, that had already made her delicate for years. This was something worse then she'd ever felt though.<br/><br/>And when she heard someone storm out and looked over- She immediately recognized it as Aleksey. He was avoiding her... It hadn't been hard to tell. She forced herself to look back at the table. She had been used, toyed with for a night, then thrown out. Elizabeth tried getting herself to believe that it was a good thing she hadn't kissed him again, but her eyes were already cloudy with tears.<br/><br/>With a frustrated sigh she rubbed at her eyes to make the brims of tears go away, ignoring pretty much everyone that was around. That was, until she felt a tap and saw Dillon, one of the guys who were in Aleksey's little group. The thought tugged further at her heart and she very nearly cringed. "Yes..?" She had questioned reluctantly, really not wanting to move. That little group was always trying to keep her company. But she had always been on her own, licking her own wounds. Until Aleksey had come..<br/><br/>"Come on, go talk to Aleksey." He encouraged without much further word, but Elizabeth didn't need anything further. She wanted to know if she was simply being ignored or not, as well. So she got up and followed Dillon back out, and the moment she saw Aleksey, sitting there, her heart was wrenched again. She walked up till she was a foot away, if not a little farther, the keys clenched tight in her hand- It actually hurt a little.<br/><br/>"Aleksey..?" Her voice wasn't as soft and smooth as it had been before, it was a choke, she had barely managed it out as a whisper. If anyone cared to look close enough, the hand that held his keys was trembling. Would she have to give them back?<br/><br/>"I felt that kiss to the cheek goodbye. And I heard your whisper. So... Why?" Some part of her knew that by the end of the conversation she'd be crying. Again. She'd been doing that a lot. But without anyone to go to, really it was only getting worse. But that why was croaked out, for she already was on the verge of tears, squeezing the keys even tighter. It hurt but she didnt care. She'd been carrying him around everywhere, literally. She felt as though she had been holding onto Aleksey himself rather than an item from him.