"Crushed"
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Naomi and Emily romance


"Everything's… so… fragile." The voices inside me were screaming to each other at the sound of her hysterical crying. She was too afraid to move as I stood at the edge.
Looking down at the world.
Suddenly it seemed so small – so fucking small from up where I stood. All that really existed was me, Naomi and that box lying shattered 30 meters below.
As I looked at the world with my new eyes I realized that what really is fragile wasn't me, or a person or even life. It was her.

I always wanted to keep her from breaking, and so I loved her with my whole being. But that, it seemed, had trapped her.
She was a fragile flower, this Naomi. A fragile yet poisonous flower which I could not keep away from.
I knew that if I left her now it would be like stepping on the rare breed that was her. She was special, she was mine... Was she ever?
If I jumped then, took that small step and let myself be crushed like Sophie, I would be the same as her.
I would end my life with the belief that I could never get Naomi to be mine. As long as Naomi's scared she's not going to let me in.
She keeps people away with that being of hers. Colorful, powerful, poisonous. I wasn't the only butterfly she attracted.
"Then you realize that… we were special."

I could not take my life because my heart was not intact, so I could not really feel any of what was going on.
The realization hadn't dawned on me yet. I simply felt numb and I knew I was crying. Feverish tears glued my hair to my face.
Sophie's heart had been "whole" as she decided to take the leap. Mine was already crushed – it was lying there on the ground;
in the pictures of my flower kissing another butterfly. It was bleeding shards of wood and black ink into the pavement. My wings had been ripped off.
Then I turned around, and in a split second I left the wind to blow into someone else's empty wounds.
As I started to move I glanced at her, before the screaming inside of me became far too loud. It was like the sound of a train running full speed,
and then stopping.

I left Naomi scared and alone. Stomping on her as hard as I could. Soon she would be a fragile memory of a fragile thing,
which once stood tall in my garden. My favorite flower.
"I was scared!"
"You're always scared." Stomp. I wish you hadn't… I don't want to leave you… Fragments of feelings started to surface.
"EMILY!" Stomp. I can't… Stomp.
Crushed.

"EMILY!"


A/N: I know it's not much, but I just had to get this out of my system, It's three o'clock and I am still crying my eyes out because of the last episode of Skins.
Naomily are meant to be. So why is it so hard? I feel like it is my own heart that is breaking. I wish they'd never change this cast. They are astonishing.