<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Alida waited with baited breath for Izu to answer and when he finally did, she did her best to understand. He clearly felt some type of way towards her, and so she tried to look at it positively.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Fuck, just what the h-hell are you making me say?" </span>he asked, clearly embarrassed about something.<br/><br/>Suddenly he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against his body, his eyes locking with hers,<span style="color: #BF0000">"So, what the actual fuck was all that about this morning, huh?" </span>he asked. Alida's heart sank some and she had to avert her eyes as tears stung them, threatening to fall. He was avoiding the conversation and she could sense the inner confusion he had about everything. It hurt nonetheless though, that he was trying to change the subject.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida want Izu,"</span>she answered softly as she pushed away from him some, removing his hand from her. She was glad for the waterfall as it helped hide her tears, but she no longer felt like being in the warm water.<br/><br/>She left the shower quietly, leaving Izu to stand in it by himself and she dried off. She left the tiny bathroom to search for the sweatpants and t-shirt Izu had been making her wear any time they went outside. She normally didn't like wearing clothes, but she felt she needed them now. Subconsciously she was trying to cover her hurt and hide herself away from Izu's gaze.<br/><br/>It wasn't so much that he was uncertain about being with her that hurt, it was the fact that he was trying to avoid the topic all together. She supposed she was being overly sensitive, but that didn't stop her from feeling hurt. She walked into the bedroom, grabbing the sheets and blankets from the bed and made her way to the tiny closet that held the washer and dryer. Izu had shown her how to use it two days before as she had been restless. She had wanted to go outside, but Izu insisted she stay inside due to still having a fever. He had managed to convince her by showing her the various things around his apartment and how to use them--eventually she had tired out and fallen asleep at the kitchen table.<br/><br/>She started the washer up with the sheets and one of the blankets in it. When she closed the lid, her hands remained on the edge of the washer, knuckles white as she looked at the floor, tears dropping down her face. She didn't understand why she was so upset. She had thought Izu was going to give her a flat out no, so she should be happy, right? She thought she heard the water shut off in the bathroom and quickly wiped away her tears, closing the closet doors, and grabbing the plates of food to bring back with her to the bedroom.<br/><br/>She was sitting with her legs criss-crossed on the now bare bed and held a plate up to Izu as he came in. She gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes,<span style="color: #408000">"Alida clean blankets."</span>Her eyes were still a bit red and puffy from crying, but she still tried to pretend nothing was wrong, not wishing for Izu to think she was upset with him.