Ryan's visit had left nothing but bad thoughts in Alex's mind as the woren holed himself up in his room, sitting defeatedly at his desk.

Ellie... please don't let this be the fight that tears us apart. Alex didn't know what to do. He hadn't been able to talk to Ellen since she had yelled at him at the flower shop. The closest he had ever gotten to actually having her speak to him was the snapping remarks that she sometimes threw him at school when he continued to try and win her attention. The rest of the time, it was simply the cold shoulder treatment. Alex Brandshire was at the end of his line and desperate for anything that would get him back to Ellen. But nothing's working. With a sigh, Alex rubbed his eyes and groaned. He had to do something.

Landon... she hardly even looks at me anymore. What if she's forgotten about me? Ellie... I didn't mean to make you hate me... I just wish I could do something to show you how sorry I was... the woren's ears batted lightly as a thought came into his mind. If he couldn't tell her himself, then by Landon he'd find a less direct way to tell her how sorry he was. But what? I'm not going to send someone else to tell her for me... Landon, I could never look at her again if I had to resort to sending someone else. I want to give her something that she'll know is from me... but... if she's so mad at me, why would she even accept it? Flowers won't work, that just reopens old wounds. Chocolates didn't work... Landon, I can't buy her anything, that's for sure... she'll just accuse me of stealing it again... Alex drummed his fingers lightly on his desktop. If he couldn't buy her something, then he'd just have to make her something. The woren jumped up and headed over to a small chest located at the end of a bookshelf on the far wall of the room. Opening the trunk, Alex gazed down at the various fabrics that were folded and stacked inside the trunk. Next to them, a small box full of needles and various colors of thread. If Alex had learned one thing well from his Mom, it was how to sew. The woren dug out a few peices of fabric, grabbed the box of needles and a roll of thread, and sat down at his desk again as he began to work. The woren was bound and determined to get Ellen to notice him again, even if he had to clone himself a million times over and place himself in strategic places were she wouldn't be able to ignore him.

Because Ellie, by Landon, I'm not letting you go without a fight...

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