<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Heartbreak<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> There was a reason people like Pete were called "Gentle Giants". Many of them thankfully had excellent upbringings like he did. But far more often, they simply learned, as he did, that being large meant being careful. He couldn't get mad and angry and upset like he wanted, because even as a normal man he doubted there was any other normal man in this world he would not face and come out on top against. He could hurt people, damage things, in his anger. And that was before. If he gave in and transformed while upset?<br/><br/> He could level a building, destroy a town. So sadness, sorrow and regret; those were all he was allowed. And they would have to do for now. Maybe when he was in the Danger Room, he could turn it past the safety limits...see how much damage he could really do when he had a reason to be angry. And as much as he wanted to hate Kitty. As much as he wanted to yell and curse at her. He simply couldn't. Even after this, his feelings for her ran so deep he'd hurt himself before he hurt her. Hopefully this was the one time he got hurt, and he could move on. With all the thoughts bouncing around in his head, he didn't know how long he'd been sitting there.<br/><br/> Only that a few more tears had been shed, and that Kitty was for some reason still there. He hadn't told her to leave straight out, but the implication had been there. Being around her right now was incredibly hard, and knowing he'd lost her to her friends hurt even more. He hadn't even had a chance. Her hands wrapping around his almost didn't feel real, like his sensations were dulled and everything was hollowed out. Still, one of his burdens was that he tended to listen, no matter what. And as much as he wanted them to, her words didn't fall on deaf ears. She even said she didn't mean it. Or something close before she stopped herself. <br/><br/>She said it was him she cared about, despite what she'd done. Begged him not to be done with her. She even admitted loving him, before following up with an apology. The big man didn't snatch his hands away from her, but neither did he squeeze back. He just...sat there for a while longer. He was processing everything and trying to figure out what next. "I'm just confused. You, you, you say you didn't mean to. Yet it happened twice, with two different girls. And you you love me? But, hours...days after we made love. After I opened myself up to you and told you everything, you go to be with them. Is that what love is? Then...it hurts, and I don't want it, Katya. Not if it means that I give you everything...and then you give it to someone else." <br/><br/>He didn't understand; it was difficult though the painful stabbing in his chest. He was giving her what she wanted, what she seemed to need. "And there is something special about Heather and Abi, or else things wouldn't have gotten that far, Katya. I love you, more than I ever thought I could. And after all this, I still want to be with you. But more than that I,  I just want <em>you</em> to be happy. Apparently, there is something with them that I can't compete with. And I won't try. Not if it divides you like this. Not if it tears you up inside like me right now. I want you to be happy, Katya. But <em>I</em> have to think about myself too. I can't deal with hurt like this on a regular basis. I'm surprised I'm holding it together now," he said with a shudder. And now, here was the largest, strongest person in the mansion, with tears leaving a steaming trail down his cheeks.<br/></span><br/>