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A/N: Hello there! A huge thank you to those of you who took the time to leave a review on the first chapter. I really appreciate it!

Sorry, I May Destroy You

Chapter Two:

Emily Young: Dead to Me

My condolences
I'll shed a tear with your family
I'll open a bottle up
Pour a little bit out in your memory
I'll be at the wake dressed in all black
I'll call out your name but you won't call back
I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye
'Cause baby you're dead to me

-Dead to Me: Melanie Martinez

"I'm so sorry, Leah."

I am in agony.

I thought that Sam breaking up with me to pursue Emily was devastating; turns out the sting of betrayal caused by someone you once considered to be your sister dating the guy that you're still in love with is a thousand times worse. Never in my wildest dreams— or nightmares—did I ever imagine that Emily would be capable of stabbing me in the back. Not just because she's family or my best friend but because she's Emily—Saint Emily: made of sugar and spice and everything nice and incapable hurting a fly. At least that's what I've always thought. Guess she really had me fooled.

"I'm so, so, so sorry," Emily repeats. Her unwelcome presence in my doorway is my mother's doing, she invited Emily over for dinner to celebrate her release from the hospital after being attacked by a black bear.

To say that I feel like absolute shit for not visiting her during her three-week stint at Neah Bay Hospital is an understatement. I had to wrap my arms around myself just so I didn't wrap them around her the second I saw the bandages that covered the trifecta of scars that mar her face and arm. My mom had told me that Emily was lucky to be alive, the damage could have been a lot worse.

A small part me wishes that it had been and I instantly feel shittier.

Tentatively, Emily makes her way further into my room, closing the door behind her. I'm grateful that she has enough sense not to join me on the window seat; instead she opts to sit on my unmade bed.

I can't help but wonder if she remembers that the last time she was in my room she held me as I cried over a broken heart and promised to be my Person. That's not something that's easily forgotten, right?

"Leah," Emily begins, her voice so soft and sorrowful that the urge to comfort her once again bubbles in my chest, "you have to believe that I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I love you like a sister; I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. Neither of us would."

"Us?" Her casual use of the collective is like a slap in the face and whatever misplaced hope I didn't even realize I was clinging to vanishes. Emily and Sam are an us… a we… a them. Of course Emily hadn't come to tell me that she's chosen our friendship… our sisterhood over him. She just wanted to ease her guilty conscience and nothing more. "I'm such an idiot."

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

How could I be so stupid?

People don't pick you, Leah. You're no one's first choice.

"Oh Leah, I wish more than anything that I could tell you what you want to hear but that would be a lie and I love you too much to lie to you." Emily's eyes fill with tears as she takes my hand but I quickly pull it from her grasp. "I-I know this can't be easy for you and I'm being unbelievably selfish but I need to know that you can forgive me. I don't want to lose you. I can't. "

I don't want to lose you either, Em.

No guy is worth our relationship.

You're forgiven.

I hope you two are happy together.

I know what I'm supposed to say. The words are on the tip of my tongue but I can't get them out. They're too acidic to pass through my lips so I swallow them back down and in their wake of a new word forms. "No."

I relish in the bitter aftertaste that the two letters leave in my mouth.

A tear spills from Emily's eye leaving a wet spot on the gauze taped to her cheek. "No?"

For a moment I let the bitterness fuel me. "No. No, I won't forgive you. No, I'm not giving you my blessing to ride off into the motherfucking sunset with my boyfriend. No, I'm not okay with this." I force myself to look into her eyes, "You don't get to have both of us, Em."

Emily shakes her head in disbelief. "No. You're my best friend. You have to forgive me."

"How can I? How do you expect me to just move past this? Emily, you chose him over me. You want him more than you love me!"

Angrily, she pounds her fist onto my mattress. "That's not true!"

"It isn't? Then prove it," I challenge. "Tell Sam that you two are over. Tell him he can't come between us."

"Leah… I'm sorry. I can't." Her words are like bullets, each one piercing my already broken heart.

"Get out," I whisper, afraid that if I speak any louder my voice will falter.

"Lee-Lee." She reaches for my hand again and I flinch away.

All the pain that I'm feeling is reflected on Emily's face. It hurts too much look at her so I turn my attention to my pink sun-bleached walls. "Go."

She doesn't leave right away, but eventually I hear the familiar creak of floorboards. When she shuts my bedroom door my heart shuts her out too.

A/N: I think that the fact that Sam's with Emily hurts Leah but the fact that Emily is with Sam is what's really devastating for her. Emily is like a sister to Leah and knowing that she wasn't Emily's first choice is something she simply can't move past. I always thought that Leah's anger toward Sam had less to do with him breaking up with her and more to do with him coming between her and her best friend. What do you think?

I hope this update was just as sad as the first (if not more sad) and worth the wait. Thanks for reading!