Sorry for waiting so long to update. Finals are this week and take up time. I hope you enjoy. Please Review!
Something changed in her. She can tell that she cut people off too easily from her life. Emma absent mindedly stirs her hot chocolate and cinnamon as she painfully ponders her life. Right when she opens up to a person who she can trust, they seem to leave her in someway. Graham died and Mary… Emma stops her stirring and takes deep breaths to try to quiet her emotions. She can't get overwhelmed again. She was a mess this whole week and nothing could calm her fears of losing another person who she was starting to trust. Tiredly placing the fragile cup of hot chocolate on the counter, Emma lets her head drop and her hair fall around her face to close her off to the world. She lets out a shaky sigh as she braces herself on the counter. She hates the idea that she will always have to be the one to pick up her own pieces but that is all she has ever known. She has to begin to not rely on other people in order to not get hurt. The pain of almost losing Mary Margaret was almost more than she can take. There is something about the thought, deep inside her, that Henry might be right that scares her the most. Fortunately she doesn't have time to think too much on that subject because she hears the sound of keys being forced into the key hole.
Emma feels her face pale as she straightens up and tries to do something natural looking before the door opens. She turns around and pretends to be interested in stirring her hot chocolate once more. Her emotions get the best of her when she feels her eyes glancing at her tense figure. She knows Mary is home now. Dr. Whale called and told her when Mary checked out. It was nice of him to give her a heads up because otherwise Mary Margaret would have caught her curled up on the couch in a pitiful state, crying to herself. Emma desperately tries to force down the sensation of fear and nervousness as she listens carefully to the creaking of the floorboards that let her know that Mary is approaching.
She immediately stiffens when the noises stop and the feeling of a hand resting on her shoulder follows it. Emma closes her eyes to calm herself and think of a logical way to handle this situation. She wants to shrug off the gesture but being rude won't help. She needs to stay just roommates who get along. Opening her eyes after a minute, Emma turns her head ever so slightly so she can glance at Mary out of the corner of her eye. She sees Mary's intense but tender gaze watching her reaction closely. Sipping the hot chocolate that has been cold for a while now, Emma takes time to build up her defenses. Mary cannot hurt her like that again…
"I take it the doctor said you were better?" Emma's voice betrays her calm demeanor as it cracks slightly at her attempts to say somewhat impersonal. She becomes aware of Mary Margaret retreating slightly at her response. Her first instinct is to turn around to try to heal the connection that was severed but Emma restrains herself. Instead, she turns around carefully and plasters a seemingly neutral expression on her face as she looks at Mary. It appears like Mary Margaret just had a very long and peaceful nap because she has no creases in her face that show age or bags under her eyes. Emma glances at her defensive posture with her arms crossed over her chest and her leaning back on the island countertop. She cannot show her battling emotions that Mary Margaret always seems to pick up on so she glances down at her hands. It is disconcerting that she might be pushing away the one person who genuinely wants to help. Subtly she shakes her head to get rid of that insecure thought.
Lame ending, i know. I will try to update sooner than later but I can't promise anything.