He would sigh as he rested in his bed, he did not want her to feel bad or anything. Would not let any know. If it could be helped. But again if she felt this way, -sigh- he could not sleep, could not get comfortable with trying to sleep. He looked over at his fridge in his room. Inside was a good bottle of vodka, perhaps he should just drink himself to sleep. He felt terrible he had made her feel this way. He did not deserve her. Not even deserved love...