Hey look, I'm alive! Ugh, I haven't written in soooooo long! And I have so much to finish on Untitled, too. God, I'm not good at this whole "in-progress" thing. Anyway, this is new territory for me. Make It or Break It is kind of my obsession at the moment (seriously - I continually freak people out with my squealing), and after I watched the season finale, I just HAD to write something.
This is a oneshot on Emily's feelings at the end of the episode, after she misses Damon at the studio (I sobbed). It's ind of like my A:TLA story "Back to Me," but sadder. Way sadder. Anyway. I'll stop babbling so you can read. And hey, if you fee like it, review, too! It might make me update faster...
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Trust me, if I did, Emily would have caught Damon, Carter would have gone to Kaylie's, and Lauren would still be and angsty, lonely bitch.
"His flight left about an hour ago."
Oh my God. Oh, my God.
No. Please, no.
I missed him. I can't believe it. Everything went so well in my head – I would run in just as he was coming out of the studio, and into his arms. I would tell him everything about why I had to let him go, tell him that I was so proud, that I loved the song he wrote. The song he wrote for me.
But for some reason, things hardly ever go the way I want them to. And when the radio host said those words to me, I died inside. I had wanted so badly to be able to make him see that I really did love him, that I didn't even care anymore about anyone finding out. And now I couldn't.
I ran out the door and back to where Kaylie was waiting, trying to hold it together but knowing that I didn't have much time before I lost it.
I was right.
I slammed the door shut and broke down, for once letting the tears run down my face, without trying to stay strong. I felt Kaylie's arm go around my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me, but hers weren't the arms that I craved, that I needed. That pair was probably halfway across the Atlantic by now. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them tightly and putting my head down, sobbing ever harder. It seemed like my tears wouldn't stop, but by the time we were home, they almost had.
I walked into my house, receiving no greeting, only my lamps left on. I assumed my mom was still at the party, and Brian was asleep. I curled up under my coverlet, clutching the medals that I had been so proud of just hours before. They were of little consolation to me now.
Nothing could console me now. Nothing but Damon walking through my door.