Taking off his shirt he glared at his image on the mirror, "What is it with her?..." he murmured to himself. "Why do I feel this way toward this women...." he questioned himself, angry with his feelings he threw his shirt full force against the wall, it made little noise but it did relieve some pressure. "I don't want to feel this way again, not after what happened with the other one..." he murmured, his muscles flexed as he punched his dresser full force, breaking one of the many clothing filled drawers into two pieces as the result. Still upset he moved to the window, he raised his arms above his head, both hands leaning on the top of the window he looked outside longingly, and angrily "am I sure I do not want to feel this way?" he said with uncertainty, he would not deny he liked the feeling, but did he like in what it resulted in?.