"Damon, I can't be with you. Don't call me and don't come to the Invitational."
"Emily, please."
"I can't." I hung up the phone and immediately sunk down to the floor, tears already searing my eyes. "I can't…" I whispered to myself, my heart in my stomach. The floor of the Pizza Shack was less than clean, a seat I would not have chosen on a normal day.
"Emily…" Sasha reappeared, after I thought he had left. For the past hour he had been helping me bust tables. He dropped down in front of me and pulled me forward to him, a generous comfort I so badly needed. "I have never been so proud of you." He said to me, his breath heating up a small spot on my short, dark hair.
"But I've messed everything up." I croaked, tears now seeping into his heavy tan jacket. "I know I screwed up and I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, my face contorted into something less than desirable.
"I'll fix this." Sasha assured me. "It's like I said before," He was rocking me back and forth now, ""If you can't trust me to catch you, how can you trust me to coach you?"
I let out a pathetic wail, and said I didn't know.
"You do know, Emily." He held me tighter. "You know I'm here to protect you and to help you."
I let out a puppy-like whimper.
"Do you understand me? We'll get through this."
"Yes, Sasha." My voice was quiet and crackly.
"Good girl." I felt him kiss my hairline just then, a move I wasn't expecting him to make. It was both strange and nice at the same time, which allowed a good feeling to rush throughout me. I let myself remain slumped against him, my face too tear-streaked to face him anyhow.
"Sasha?"
"Yes, Emily?" The words rolled out of his mouth, his accent rich but intimidating.
"Thank you." I sighed and snuggled closer to Sasha, dirty floor beneath us and all.
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