How coincidental.

That was it. Alexiel was too ticked right now. She grabbed her fans and whacked him over the head harder than she had before, still taking deep breaths to calm herself. She then decided that once she had made him stop smoking she was going into the bathroom and throwing up to try and loose a tiny bit of the weight. Which, of course, would most likely result in more crying.

Alexiel really was a mess, physically and emotionally.

"WOULD YOU JUST STOP IT?!" Alexiel yelled. "You know what, screw this!" She was giving up for the moment. Whacking him one last time and finally throwing her fans to the floor in frustration, she went into the bathroom and locked the door. Not like it would be guaranteed to keep anyone out, but hey, she could try, right?

Even though he had had the right intentions, it hadn't helped. Him listening to her would have had the same affect; it was a really bad problem of hers.

Catherine curled up into a ball on her bed when she heard Alexiel yell like that. The little girl gulped, hoping that Jira and her would still be friends after this.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. He was right. But she had been like this forever and she had managed. She was going to go throw up, but his words kept stopping her.

She finally just slid down to floor, back to the door. Legs were pulled up to her chest and she rested her head on her knees, trying to decide what to do.

Throw up and feel like she was worth something, or stay like this and be as strong as she wished she was?

Such a hard decision...

Alexiel just sat there for a minute. She was shaking, trying so hard to decide what to do. Both were things she wanted... but she couldn't do both. It just wouldn't work like that. Running her hands through her hair, she stood up and shut her eyes. The need to loose that weight was there, but the want for power was stronger.

Walking out of the bathroom, she just stared at him. Not a single word came out of her mouth, though; not yet.

She hadn't thrown up... this time.

She just kept staring at him. The two little words were in the back of her throat, trying to force themselves to be said. Alexiel didn't really want to, though, since he had been the one to make her have that little breakdown. But he had also been the one to stop her from hurting herself... on more than one occasion.

It was hard to see whether he cared or not. Really hard.

"Thank you..." she finally said quietly.