Daredevil and all its characters belongs to Marvel and Stan Lee and Bill Everett. The song Pity Party is a product by Melanie Martinez. How You Get the Girl is by and owned by Taylor Swift. Please enjoy my fic and review. P.S. Emma is my character and solely mine. P.P.S. Thanks for reading. J
"I'll cry until my pity party is in flames."-Melanie Martinez
"Out with the old in with the new." I told myself as I got rid of the last piece of evidence of our relationship. I folded the corners of the box just the way I liked it and picked it up to throw it out.
I was really doing this. I'm about to throw away all of the mementos I have of us together. I stopped once doubt and dread set inside me. Reid was coming around the corner, saw me and charged straight for me.
"Maybe I don't have to throw it all away-." I started but stopped once I saw the look in his eyes.
"He's already thrown away the biggest and most important piece in your relationship." He said looking me straight in the eye "You" and with that he grabbed the box out of my reach and headed to the dumpster.
I just stood watching him leave. Funny the sight of people leaving is starting to become familiar. Oh god listen to me. Pity party for one please. I sighed and walked like a sloth to Reid just wanting to get this over with already.
"You were too afraid to tell her what you want…That's how you get the girl."-Taylor Swift
I wanted to ensure that Peter's-um-absence didn't affect my personal routine I got up early today and headed to work in Hell's Kitchen as always. I wonder if Karen, Foggy or Matt will see the missing bounce in my step. Well if they do and ask about it I'll just tell them it's none of their business. No, I would probably break down. Confess every gory detail of my break up even down to the pictures of Peter and Her.
Once I got there I prepared my regular but famous coffee. Karen and I switched duties once Foggy got a taste of my coffee and declared it better than the overpriced mocha whatever they serve in Starbucks. I wanted to ensure I didn't mess up the coffee today by crying in it that I didn't notice the other person in the office.
"Emma?" Matt said and I replied with a loud squeal and fling coffee grinds all over the floor. Literally it was one hell of scare I saw myself being thrusted from my mom's loins into the world. Once my heart rate slowed down to normal speed I turned to face Matt.
"What the hell Matthew?!" I yelled to him. I used his full name just let him know how pissed I was.
He flinched both at my tone and his full name "Sorry I didn't meant to scare you." He said in a genuine tone coming closer to check up on me.
"It's okay I should have heard or seen-wait what are you doing here so early?" I asked to be here before me must have meant he showed up before sunrise. Low to none sun is a bad combination for a blind man. I worry about Matt since I've known him he has not shown up a day without some bruises or cuts from 'accidents'.
"I didn't leave actually the tenant case just seemed easier to handle without anyone here to block-"
"Your mojo?" I finished for him.
"Yeah" he smiled, "my mojo." Hmm when he smiles it really brings out his manly stubble and his many cuts. Ouch.
"Okay well then now that the awkward air is out of the way. I'll go back to making coffee." I turned back to the coffee machine only then realizing I throw all the grinds on the floor. Oops.
"Dang." I said stomping my feet on the fallen grinds venting my frustration. So much for keeping everything cool and normal.
"What?" he asked standing outside the door from the office he was working at earlier.
"I throw all the coffee grinds on the floor. Great now I have to go out and find someplace that sells coffee grinds at this hour." I groaned staring down at the machine.
"Lenny's on Fifth." Matt said
"Okay now where is Fifth in Hell's Kitchen. Remember Cali girl new to New York even newer to Hell's Kitchen." I explained that got me another smile and a laugh.
"Come on I'll show you." Matt motioned to the door but before I would go with him I had to say something.
"Would you consider a person whose surroundings were confusing and unknown as being sort of blind." I asked seriously that stopped him at the front door. He took a second to think unsure of the answer for a while.
"Umm I guess." He said confused of the question itself.
"Well then to leave on funny note. This here would be the blind leading the blind." I said moving out the door ready to follow a blind man into the dangerous city.
"Don't get ahead yourself." He said chuckling as he made his way to my side on the streets.