Sif's jaw drops open as Belle leaves. "C-Creep?" He asks himself. He lowers his head, sighing, and begins to type a message to her, his heart broken, feeling like liquid-sadness was being poured into the cracks.

[i]To Belle
I'm sorry. I did not mean to look like a creep. I really meant it. I like you, Belle. You've escorted me through everything, and shown me yourself. I just, felt... 

I'm sorry. I shouldn't even try. You hate me. I can't solve that.

From
Sif[/i]

Tears in his eyes, he pawed at the 'send' button, and then slowly, shakily reached for the logout button. He closes his eyes and then takes off his NervGear, laying it on his bedside table before he begins to sleep off the tears. Though loud whimpers still came from him.