<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Upon the couch in the main room, Michelle sat quietly next to Miyuki's sleeping form, gently stroking the girl's hair and ever so gently humming a lullaby.  Michelle had so much to think about, and it helped to be able to just relax, to let the world stop for a while as she played with the many feeling running through her heart.<br/><br/>Mostly, she felt afraid for Miyuki, so worried that she'd made the wrong decision, that she would mess up somehow and make Miyuki hate her.  The thought was unimaginably deplorable, and made her want to run away, hide and savor the feelings that she'd managed so far.  She wanted to just bottle everything, to make sure that even if things couldn't get better, they would never possibly get any worse.  Michelle knew all too well that the higher one managed to climb, the farther one could all too easily fall.  She thought she could handle her own torment if that happened, but she didn't want Miyuki to have to go through any of that.<br/><br/>It felt so much like she was trapped.  Once she knew how Miyuki felt, it would have hurt the girl even to try to slip away, but it was worse now.  Was love supposed to be this difficult?  Should she be so afraid?  How would she even forgive herself if she did break Miyuki's heart?<br/><br/>What if she had to go undercover?  Sometimes she had to play up a false identity for days, playing along with something or other, dealing with threats in her own way.  If she had to do something during that time, would Miyuki hate her for that?<br/><br/>Her thoughts just kept going around and around in circles and frightened prospects.  She didn't have any answers.  She still had to talk to Eliza as well, to make sure that the girl realized that she loved someone else, that it had been beautiful but it wasn't romantic.  How was she supposed to do that?  How was she even supposed to go about explaining?  She could figure out a few different methods if she didn't have to care, or didn't worry about believing what she said, but her life just refused to be that easy anymore.<br/><br/>Maybe she just wasn't cut out to work in a group.