<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Colossus' Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 11th, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Confession<br/><hr/><br/>A part of her was hoping that Piotr wasn't in his room. Maybe he was helping a class. Or maybe he was out training. Maybe doing a one-on-one session with another student. Her hope was there, but there was also the anxiety. What she had done shouldn't be kept a secret. It had to come out. It was now part of who she was, and she wasn't about to hide her nature from the one person whom she felt so strongly for. Still, it was unnerving.<br/><br/>She had caught the sound of movement on the other side of the door, and almost bolted. A quick glance down the hall was made....too far to the stairs to make a clean getaway? Maybe she could do it. Maybe he  would take too long to open the door and she could just vanish. Maybe-<br/><br/><em>Oh, hello, Katya. I wasn't expecting you.</em><br/><br/>She quickly turned her head to look up to the mass of man that she had fallen for. And in all truthfulness, she had. It's what made this so much worse. At the invite, she hesitated a moment, looking towards the room he called his own. And as he moved aside to let her in...she did just that. Slender legs carried her tiny form past the threshold, left hand lifting to plant a nail between her lips, allowing teeth to begin worrying it. Her face showed that she wasn't here for something fun or pleasant...but something that was really bad.<br/><br/>Her anxiety was reaching an all-time high as soon as he closed the door. As soon as it was closed and he turned to face her, she would turn, step towards him, and wrap arms around him tightly. THe very feel of him against her, the scent of him...it all brought back memories of that beautiful moment they shared beneath the tree. The day they had confessed to each other. And it was the tipping point for Kitty.<br/><br/>She began to sob lightly.<br/><br/>Eyes closed as she pressed to him, her body trembling as she cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining his paint-addled shirt, even getting some in her hair, and on her cheek. She didn't care. It wasn't so much that she was ashamed of what happened with Abi and Heather...the two were wonderful, and had taught Kitty things about herself she wouldn't have dreamed, made her feel things she didn't think existed for her. But it was a betrayal that she had committed to Piotr. And so she cried. And through it all, all she could say was "I'm sorry! I...I'm so sorry!!"