There’d been a small sliver of hope Daiane had been holding onto, a stubborn notion that they’d get through this little issue and be fine, but that hope was violently sucked out of her with Embry’s non-answer. The longer Embry’s stammering went on, the more Daiane could feel her own heart break, as if each stutter was a separate shot to her heart. The lack of yes was more than enough of a no, and she felt, for the first time, the finality of this encounter—this fight. Her heart squeezed, painfully, an ache blooming in her chest and spreading outward so she only felt the pain of losing someone who meant so much to her. She said nothing in response, but the tears streamed freely down the sides of her face, like little rivers.
Though Embry kept talking, her voice grew silent in Daiane’s ears, her words fading to nothingness. In lieu of her words, all Daiane heard was an endless loop of Embry’s stammering, the repetition of which only reinforced her belief that this was Embry breaking up with her. Again. It didn’t matter what Embry was actually saying, because Daiane knew in her heart that that’s what this was. A break up. And maybe she should’ve known that this was how it was going to end. Maybe it was stupid to ever think otherwise.
Suddenly, Embry was holding something out to her. An envelope, a pretty large one at that. As Daiane hesitantly took it from her, Embry’s voice faded back in. “…guess there’s no point in me holding onto it, so, um, you can open it whenever you want.” She blinked fast, looking down at the envelope she now held, before looking back up at Embry, who was now quickly walking away. “Embry-” Her voice broke as she called her name, the words cut off by a barely-restrained sob. It was no use anyway… she was gone. In more ways than one.
Her gaze returned to the envelope, its image becoming blurry through building tears. Regardless of what the envelope contained, the idea of opening it was an agonizingly slow knife through her heart. She didn’t want… another reminder of what she’d lost today, so she just, put it away, in her bag. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Except it was still very much in her mind, this whole incident still was, and with little to distract herself, she could feel herself slowly breaking apart. The crying, well, there was no stopping that, but what she wasn’t going to do was completely fall apart in the middle of the hallway.
Daiane’s long legs carried her quickly out of the school towards her car, her composure cracking more with each step. By the time her hand pressed against the car’s door, she was full-on sobbing: shoulders shaking, makeup smearing, breaths coming out in gasping heaves—all the works. Opening the door, she crumbled into the front seat, collapsing against the fuzzy steering wheel. “F*ck,” she whispered, banging her head against it. What was she going to do now?
orp: ms girl’s approachable for anyone but she’s not in a very… festive mood shall we say