Phoebe’s shoulders shuddered as Emmett spoke. She brought her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She closed her eyes, a few errant tears falling pushing between her lashes to roll down her cheeks. There were no sobs of sadness, she remained silent, still as she let the sorrow of reality wash over her. She had tried to bend for him. She had tried to mold herself to be what he wanted. But there were some realities should couldn’t bend on – and it hurt to know that when she drew her line in the sand that he could not find the same flexibility in himself for her.
She eventually opened her eyes, bloodshot as they were, and looked at him, almost expressionless, airing on the side of sadness. [say]”If the solution to every argument and disagreement we have is to simply walk away for a few days, this is never going to work long term.”[/say] she said simply, knowing it to be true. [say]”And I don’t want to be with someone just went it is convenient and happy. I want to be with someone who is willing to walk through the hard times with me, who will bend for me as much as I bend for them, and who won’t walk away every time there is a bit of trouble…someone who wants to be in it for the long haul with me. So are you going to stay, and work this out, and find a common ground with me, Emmett, or are you going to walk away? I am willing to sit here as long as it takes for use to argue to a consensus.”[/say] she asked bluntly. She didn’t want to sit with the anxiousness of uncertainty. He was either in, or he was out. She wouldn’t let him hold that over her head, but it was his decision to make.
She eventually opened her eyes, bloodshot as they were, and looked at him, almost expressionless, airing on the side of sadness. [say]”If the solution to every argument and disagreement we have is to simply walk away for a few days, this is never going to work long term.”[/say] she said simply, knowing it to be true. [say]”And I don’t want to be with someone just went it is convenient and happy. I want to be with someone who is willing to walk through the hard times with me, who will bend for me as much as I bend for them, and who won’t walk away every time there is a bit of trouble…someone who wants to be in it for the long haul with me. So are you going to stay, and work this out, and find a common ground with me, Emmett, or are you going to walk away? I am willing to sit here as long as it takes for use to argue to a consensus.”[/say] she asked bluntly. She didn’t want to sit with the anxiousness of uncertainty. He was either in, or he was out. She wouldn’t let him hold that over her head, but it was his decision to make.
