[h1][center][color=007236]And it all went down hill...[/color][/center][/h1]

Things couldn't seem to go wrong, things were going perfectly for Hunter and Clover!  They were both in the "Closed" pool enjoying the water, and the presence of each other. She mentioned about being Neurotic, Hunter just smiled at her. "[color=007236]I'm a recovering alcoholic who drives scrap metal on wheels. I think we're both good here.[/color]" Her finger tips started to go across his arm. It felt weird at first, but from her he felt safer. "[color=00aeef]...But I like you, Hunter. And there is no other place I’d rather be right now than with you.[/color]” 

Hunter froze at first. Not sure how to respond. He felt gleeful, he began to speak. "[color=007236]Clover, I...[/color]" But the words couldn't leave his mouth, they stayed back as memories began to flood back to him. "[color=007236]I...[/color]" His hands started to shake. He let go of Clover, the first person that made him feel safe, made him feel welcome in years, too scared to get close again. "[color=007236]I can't do this... I'm sorry...[/color]" He strolled his way out of the pool, trying to hold back his tears as he left.

Hunter ran back to his room, falling once or twice from being soaked still. He climbed onto the coach and put his face his pillow. "[color=007236]Stupid! Fucking stupid![/color]" He was sobbing at this point. He was scared of losing people to the point where he was almost as scared to meet new people. He went to bed, trying to hide his emotions from the world, hoping to never have to have to do anything like that again.