<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Cave, Beach<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Lizzy<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He didn't understand that of course. He wanted things for her, he wanted to fuck her again, spend time in her arms... he still wanted to fuck her ass, but that wasn't the reason why he was helping her, those things he intended to try do even if he didn't know of this problem. In the end he couldn't stand someone he cared for suffer. He looked around on the beach and found that she wasn't there. The train was the next place and he looked through every carriage in order to find her.<br/><br/>"Lizzy... I'm sorry for being moody earlier." He said as he watched her with the whiskey. He made no attempt to stop her and pulled a chair next to her. "I've been selfish, I didn't think how you would feel." He said.