Ororo was despondent these days. She always felt manic or depressed since that day she met Shinobi's father. She tried to hide her sadness. She had to control it. She hurt, but she tried to hold it all in. She had no other choice. She couldn't let her emotions swerve out of control. She wished that Jean was still with her. Jean would offer her "sisterly" advice. When she thought about Jean, she hurt more.
She hadn't spoken to Shinobi in days. The last words he said to her before she began her sabbatical from him were, "Why are you punishing me because of him?" She was blaming him for something. Maybe it was because she thought he could have done more to defend her. Maybe it because for the first time she was faced with the reality that the relationship probably wouldn't go anywhere.
How could she tell him that she thought she was making a mistake by being with him? The more she thought about it, the more they seemed far removed from each other. She was a rich boy's plaything. Maybe his father saw something she didn't. They were from different worlds. She was just beating him to the punch. She left him on the stoop that night expecting nothing more from him.
She wasn't the type of woman he needed. Next week, he would find him someone to replace her. He would forget about her, and this would all just be a whirlwind affair in her mind. She was wrong. He wouldn't hear it. When he called, she was busy. When he stopped by, she wasn't there. When he sent presents, she sent them back unopened. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? Didn't he know this was already hard enough for her?