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DaniDiNardo · 01-20-2021, 06:57 PM

SPOILER!!: yikes for days

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you.

It did not matter what other words came from Samuel Summers’s lips. Only those four, ordered the way they were, kept playing. It was like a ringing in her ear, echoing throughout the rest of her on repeat. Those words stung more than any criticism her former dance instructor had ever given her.

Yes, that was exactly what it felt like. Criticism of her. All it boiled down to was that she, Emmerson Nicole Justine Cambridge, was not good enough for him. With all she’d done—he said she’d done a lot—it wasn’t enough and she wasn’t great enough and he was probably in love with someone better.

Emm didn’t know if she was more hurt than humiliated. Both feelings vied for her undivided attention, both equally asserting their right to be in her heart. It didn’t feel like there was anything left to say.

He didn’t like her. The fact he brought up friendship after felt like nothing more than a consolation prize to the 12-year-old. Of course, somewhere deep down she knew they were friends and had been friends long before...whatever. But in the moment it didn’t feel like it. He could’ve only said it to make her feel better. Maybe, like their relationship, the friendship had only ever been in her head.

With her chest feeling like it would combust at any minute, Emmerson rose to her feet. It was too late to leave with any dignity. She was all but ugly crying at this point. BUT she could still leave, and so she did. While she didn’t know where she was going, anywhere was better than on that blanket out by the lake with Sammy (a sentiment she never thought she’d experience).

01-20-2021, 06:57 PM	#27 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: yikes for days Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone She was crying. Emm was cRYING. Seeing the tears in her eyes was enough to make Sammy feel worse than he did before. The weight in his chest felt much heavier than it did before, especially because he knew that these tears were because of him. Every part of him wanted to curl up into a ball right where he sat. Or get some cuddles from his mum or Cece. No one had told him this would be this hard. And then she started asking questions. Questions that confused him but also left him feeling worse than he did before. A part of him wanted to get up and run all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower in an attempt to avoid answering her questions. But he also knew that that wasn't possible - and he was sure it was only going to make her feel worse. It would make all of this worse. He didn't know how long he had been silent for but he was silent. He couldn't blame her, not even slightly. But he couldn't deny that she threatened to get her mum to throw him into Azkaban if he didn't agree to whatever this was. And he couldn't lie to her. That's not what friends do. "No. No no no, that's not why. You did..... a lot." Was that a good way of saying and not saying at the same time? "It's just that I...... I don't like you." This didn't feel like the best way to say that. *"I mean, like that. I like you as a friend. I always have."* I don’t like you. I don’t like you. I don’t like you. It did not matter what other words came from Samuel Summers’s lips. Only those four, ordered the way they were, kept playing. It was like a ringing in her ear, echoing throughout the rest of her on repeat. Those words stung more than any criticism her former dance instructor had ever given her. Yes, that was exactly what it felt like. Criticism of her. All it boiled down to was that she, Emmerson Nicole Justine Cambridge, was not good enough for him. With all she’d done—he said she’d done a lot—it wasn’t enough and she wasn’t great enough and he was probably in love with someone better. Emm didn’t know if she was more hurt than humiliated. Both feelings vied for her undivided attention, both equally asserting their right to be in her heart. It didn’t feel like there was anything left to say. He didn’t like her. The fact he brought up friendship after felt like nothing more than a consolation prize to the 12-year-old. Of course, somewhere deep down she knew they were friends and had been friends long before...whatever. But in the moment it didn’t feel like it. He could’ve only said it to make her feel better. Maybe, like their relationship, the friendship had only ever been in her head. With her chest feeling like it would combust at any minute, Emmerson rose to her feet. It was too late to leave with any dignity. She was all but ugly crying at this point. BUT she could still leave, and so she did. While she didn’t know where she was going, anywhere was better than on that blanket out by the lake with Sammy (a sentiment she never thought she’d experience). __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.