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"No, I'm not anything close to be psychic, more like I've been there, done that."Leo told her, he felt like he was looking in a mirror that showed his younger self. He looked at the floor with a sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. It was still wet, not that he really cared.

"Bout the t-shirt." Jessebelle finished her favorite quote, smiling a little. "I still want to cut your hair, or braid it."

Leo looked away from her, the more she said things like that the more he seemed to mess with his hair. It was like she was making him nervous. He swallowed as he kept himself occupied by what had happened to the room.
"Ah, Jessebelle,"Teacher began to say,"..his hair, it literally has sentimental value to him. That's all I will say, for it's not my place to explain why this."He told her.
Leo rubbed his arm.

Pouting even more, like a child who was denied their favorite toys, Jessebelle nodded and got up from the floor. "I'ma take a shower." She said, looking at Leo. She was silently asking him to show her the way so she wouldn't look like a fool by getting lost.

"Ahah, you'll get use to it."Teacher said with a small laugh. He thought it was refreshing to meet another person that took things so lightly and easily.
Leo nodded, although his pale eyes never left the floor. In silence he walked to the door before stopping to wait for her.

Following suit, Jessebelle ignored Teacher yet again. [sorry so short. >_<]

{It's alright~ Mine haven't been that long either}
Leo crossed his arms as they walked to the closest bathroom. There wasn't much he wanted to say, ever since Teacher was so willing to explain things to others he figured there really wasn't anything to explain. He looked at his hair that hung over his shoulder, why was she so keen on wanting to do something to his hair, it didn't make sense."...why?"

Following him to the bathroom, she kept her hands around her arms as if cold. "Why what?" She asked, too lost in her past to remember what they had been talking about. As if triggered by her memories, the tattoo on her chest seemed to pulse with every heartbeat, as if she was still with her.

"Why are you so fascinated with my hair?"He asked her, he really wanted an answer from her. Something that would help him make sense with why she kept wanting to cut or braid his hair.

"It's nothing." Jessebelle tried to get him to lay off, grabbing the handle to the bathroom door and opening it. A single tear running from the corner of her eye and down her cheek, she walked into the bathroom.

"..is it?"He asked her,he wrapped his arms around himself. His blue gaze didn't move from the floor, he couldn't bring himself to look up at Jessebelle. He could feel the sadness growing stronger and stronger, but he wasn't sure if it was coming from her, or if it was his own grief. His hands trembled even after a shudder passed through him.

"No." She shut the door on him, leaning against it after it was closed. More tears slipped down her cheeks as she locked the door and sank to the floor, her head in her hands. A mere whisper of a name escaped her lips before she started sobbing, remembering her only friend she had ever had. "Alexa"

Leo looked up in time to see a door shut in his face. His bangs were actually out of his face for anyone to see the chock spread through his eyes. "...Everyone..has a reason for something."He said in a whisper. Due to his sensitive hearing he had heard what she had said, a name. One name, and Leo seemed more interested in looking somewhere else. Of being somewhere else. The grief started to weigh him down, both visibly and mentally. "..stop it.."He hissed at hismelf..

Sobbing for nearly twenty minutes, she cried until her throat was raw and she had no more tears. Wiping her eyes on the sleeves to her jacket, she stood up again but kept the door locked. Looking at herself in the mirror she winced, her face was swollen and blotchy with bloodshot eyes. She shed her outer clothing and stood there in only her underwear, almost every part of her body visible. Right above her heart there was a tattoo, a name inside a heart. The name was in exaggerated cursive, it was the same name that had just barely escaped her mouth before she started sobbing earlier.
Removing her underwear, she got into the shower and washed herself off. Ten to twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the shower again, this time more composed than earlier. Throwing on the clothes she had been wearing, she towel dried her hair and left it to dry. She hung up the towel on the curtain rack, looking at herself once more in the mirror before unlocking the door again.

Leo tried swallowing the lump forming in his throat when he heard her crying. He shouldn't be here listening to that. Quickly he turned his back to the bathroom door and walked off. His hands were shakeing so much from him not letting anything out. Maybe Leo didn't want to let any tears out since he knew it would be near impossible to stop. With him that was the problem, once he let go he really let go and couldn't seem to stop.
He went to a window that was in a hall, he was far enoguh from the bathroom despite still being able to hear her. What was he thinking when he thought of escaping that? "..Just stop.."He groaned inwardly.
{His snapping~{

She still looked like shit when she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair hung wet around her shoulders and her clothes were a tattered mess. Nevertheless, she came out and bit her lip wondering if Leo had heard her while she had been sobbing.

Leo was at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall as he looked outside. Tears were welding in his eyes to the point that everything looked blurry even with his glasses on. How annoying. He wanted the grief to go away, but it stayed there, nestled in the corners of his eyes.

Looking down the hallway a bit, she saw Leo at the window. He was white as a sheet and looked as if he was holding back tears, the tears stuck in the corner of his eyes. "Leo?" She asked, hugging herself around her arms. That was the first time she sounded insecure since she had met Leo, her voice quivering a bit.

Leo for a second looked over at her Jesse, then looked outside. There wasn't much to say, not willingly, though. Clearly, had both had something stuck in their minds. He took a few white strands in his pale hand. So many people thought that his hair underneath was due to some sort of stress or shock, but that was wrong. That's how Leo was born. It was like fate was telling him that you are two things, you will always by half angel half demon.
Even so, this was the one thing that his mother loved, that slowly began building a bond between him and his sickly mother. After her death, even if he was six years old, he swore that he would never cut his hair again, or let any though his hair for that matter. His mother was never coming back, Leo knew that, but, this was a promise he wasn't willing to break that easily.

Turning away from Leo, Jessebelle walked down the stairs near the bathroom and down to the first floor. She tried to avoid the main hallway's as she made her way carefully through the house and heading towards the back door. Jessebelle had seen a rather large tree in the backyard when they arrived even though it had been dark, the shadow of it looming over the house.
Sneaking out the back, she walked over to the tree and laid her hand on it. More tears escaped as she remembered everything that had gone wrong in her life, one after another. Sliding down the trunk, she sat there with her face in her hands. She was a hot mess, and she wasn't helping anyone here by staying and making them fight for her.