Sorry for the absence. I was getting a story published in real life and it takes months and months of work. This will be a bit shorter because I updated all my stories in one day to show my readers I'm not dead.

Ichigo and Senna sat several inches apart on her small strawberry print couch. After the boy's confession the two had moved there to think things over and rather than doing such, an awkward silence had taken over the two. Small ticks resounded in the small living room' the source, being a small strawberry shaped clock hanging on the wall. Ichigo cleared his throat unable to handle the silence anymore.

"Did all the strawberry stuff cost a lot?" He asked swallowing hard.

"No..well it did, but my father left me an inheritance so it wasn't like it was out of my price range," she responded thankful that they were at least attempting to talk.

"Inheritance?" Ichigo asked unconsciously scooting just close enough for the two's hips to graze one another. Sena nodded before responding.

"My mother died during child birth and a few years ago my father…" Senna's face scrunched up uncomfortably as if she was looking for the correct words to say. "He was taken away during an accident…" As she finished her fingers twitched and her fists clenched. She didn't wanna go into details, he could tell, and so he didn't push the subject.

"I'm surprised that people like them enough to make all this stuff," Ichigo said awkwardly while trying to force a laugh. Senna nodded as she felt the dreaded silence began to creep back over them like a slow breaking wave.

"I don't understand why we feel like this," She said looking up at Ichigo from her seat. Ichigo looked down into her eyes his heart clenching as if to tell him he was an idiot for doing so.

"Wh..What do you mean?" He asked. Senna shifted slightly readjusting her skirt under her while placing her knees together.

"We've only met like three times…I don't get why you..why we'd love each other," She began her body scooting close enough for her to break eye contact and place her head on his shoulders. She continued. "I suppose you could be lying to me but for some reason I don't think you are…I don't wanna believe you are at least…" She finished. The red headed boy's brow furrowed, the only thing keeping him from standing being the small pressure of her head against him. The sound of her shallow breathing, and the feeling of the tips of her hair dancing along the base of his exposed neck.

"I wasn't lying...I'm not lying," he said his arm easily wrapping around her while pulling her deeper into his chest. Senna nodded closing her eyes and taking in his smell. Her lips curled into a relaxed smile as she realized he smelt like mix of strawberries and the scent that rises from the ground when rainwater collides with the black asphalt of the streets. It was silent again and now that she was positive they both felt the same way she could feel bits of her heart begin to crack and jump off their proper resting place and into the pit of her stomach.

"It's not raining anymore," she said. Her petite arms rose from their lying position and aided her in slowly pushing herself from her grasp. She suddenly felt cold.

"So?" he responded, slightly aggravated that she'd moved away. He watched as she stood and exited the room only to reappear a few moments later with a brown leather jacket.

"You can take this with you…The sweater you had on is still drying outside," She said stoically her eyes averted from his. He didn't understand why she was so eager to get him out of her house. He thought things were going to be ok now. They felt the same way, they were happy they could be together…Ichigo's heart suddenly sank as the realization hit him. The realization that They weren't happy, They couldn't be together. That at home he had a girlfriend of whom was probably trying to decide if she was more pissed or worried that he'd been gone all morning.

"Thanks," he mumbled walking towards her and taking the jacket from her hand. It was heavier than he'd expected. The two walked towards the door and she opened it wide enough for him to exit. Ichigo stepped out of the apartment and turned looking down at her. "I'll return It tomorrow," he said. Senna averted her gaze once more. She would love nothing more for that to happen but saying so didn't seem right in her eyes. She was a lot of things but she would never be "the other woman."

"That's not necessary," She smiled. "Think of it as a gift." And with that she closed the door suddenly, leaving Ichigo staring at the ground.