A/N: Ultra short Jemma introspection. Sorry my muse is on an early and extended Xmas holiday.
Spoilers: For 2x09 Ye Who Enter Here.
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It hurt. What he'd said. What he thought was best.
"But why?" was all she'd been able to come up with.
They both knew why.
She just couldn't wrap her head around why leaving had seemed like the only option for him. After he had been so upset with her when she had done the same to him, leaving to go undercover in Hydra. Well he wasn't going to go that far away, but still, it was an action towards disentanglement, disassociation. Was it that awful to be around her now? Had their friendship really changed that much?
What hurt more than the words, was the fact that he couldn't look her in the eyes when he told her. What would have happened if he had done that? Would she have been able to change his mind solely by looking into his sad eyes? Made him stay with her... Probably not. She thought sadly.
Was this what he'd felt like when she left? Alone and abandoned. She sensed her heart shattering in her chest, sharp edged pieces embedded themselves in her lungs, making air seem like a luxury, blood leaked out and filled her body like a flood in a teacup. She knew there were much worse feelings out there, but at this very moment she just couldn't seem to recall any of them.
For all her knowledge, in this situation, she had no idea what to do. Helplessness overtook her. And all she could do was stand there and watch him go. Taking steps to slowly disappearing out of her life.
A/N: Wrote this before the winter finale. And like, what even was that, I'm still in shock. How do they expect us to survive until March on that?