^Perhaps they had shifted maturity in the disappearances of her love. No longer was she as sure of some things, though deep down she was the same Shania, though now she was more experianced in the art of heartbreaking, only this times she'd learned through her own experiance, not by doing it to another as she so often had. Lithe frame trembled under the actions given to remove all toxic liquid from her system. Finally when she felt no more urge and her frame could not longer support itself over the bucket she started to move, a pitiful sound of a near whimper given as she settled once more upon the couch. Orbs open, but glazed in a mixed way of emotion^