*as she is washing her face in the mirror and water, she is trying hard not to cry. the words getting to her head more than she'd like to admit. "he doesn't love you", "you're being clingy and pushing him away", "he'd rather be partying than chained to your side"... sure, he knows the truth, but what now? what if he still doesn't feel that way for her? ..............what if this IS pity?.........these thoughts cirlce her head like vultures over a corpse. making her tremble from the weight of most of them. letting out quiet sobs. but she quickly tries to shove it all down so she can finish cleaning up and leave....and leave she does. walking back into the livingroom*