Emily's lips parted as she cried into the warm crook of her friend's neck, her hands barely holding onto the rich girl's lean hips as those arms of the younger girl wrapped tight around her shaking shoulders. Just hearing that optimism in Jennifer's darling voice made her heart ache that much harder, knowing that Amielle was doing all she could to bring the blond back over to her side and make her believe every cursed word that came out of her mouth.
Letting out a rickety breath, the French girl lifted her head, her jittery hands coming up to do their best to wipe away the tears that had acted like a waterfall and coursed down her ivory cheeks. "I'm sorry," she panted slightly, shaking her head. "I can't keep breaking down like this, I'm sorry."
Sage immediately took the older girl's damp cheeks between her hands and forced those reddened midnight eyes to look up into hers. "Why do you do that? Why do you continue to apologize for being upset?"
The brunette could only shake her head, not knowing how to come up with an answer for her friend.
"People get upset, Emily. You're allowed to be upset." Bending down, she let her lips press softly against Emily's forehead. "I don't know why you always say you're sorry, and I'm not trying to change you, but you need to know that crying isn't a bad thing."
Emily found herself laughing, her hands covering those of the younger girl's. "I just do it all the time," she smiled sadly, tasting her tears hit her lips. "I've cried here in the States so much more than I have ever back in France. I don't know if it's something in the water," she joked, loving the small smile her ex was giving her, "but I don't know if I like it."
Hating the tears that continued to slide down the foreign girl's cheeks, Sage helped her off of the barstool and tugged her gently along side her. Not a moment later they were upstairs and sitting side by side on the rich girl's bed, her hands gripping those of the still upset girl. "Tell me why you're crying."
Emily frowned, her eyes narrowing on the calm girl before her. "What do you mean?"
"I want to know what exactly is making you cry. Is it the breakup, the religion aspect, the fact that because now you and Jennifer aren't a couple that you had to leave?"
The French girl grit her teeth at the questions. "Stop it."
Sage moved an inch closer, her hands holding tighter onto those of the eighteen year old. "Come on, Em. Tell me what it is."
Emily shook her head, doing her best to pull away from the girl and the grip that she had on her. "You don't get it, just leave it alone."
"Make me get it," she insisted, letting her steely eyes that she knew would break the eighteen year old o their best to bore into those chocolate orbs that did their best to refuse her looks. "Emily, come on! Help me understand!"
"NO!" Emily finally yanked herself out of the younger girl's hold, pulling away from the brunette who she subconsciously knew was only trying to help her. "You don't understand! You don't get it!" She could feel tears spilling down her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest and her dark eyes aching as she glared towards her friend. "You don't know how I feel right now! I've already had two relationships here, in the span of maybe three months, and they both fucking went to shit. Then my best friend dies," she cried, shuddering at the thought of her best friend lying in his coffin, "and right as I'm mourning the death of the first person who EVER showed me love, I get called a home-wrecker and get the girl that I love kicked out of her own fucking house! You don't get that! You're not feeling my pain Sage, so don't pretend to!"
Sage watched as the brunette beauty before her continued to break down, her chest moving so fast and hard that she thought she would have an attack. "And?"
The French girl let her chin finally begin to tremble, feeling a huge weight be lifted from her shoulders as she spilled her heart out to the younger girl. "And I hate the fact that I feel like it's all my fault. I hate that I'm letting all of this get to me because I have never been this emotional before and it sucks." She sniffled, shaking her head as she continued to cry. "I hate the fact that you love me more than I could ever love you, and leading you on like I have is the shittiest thing I could have ever done," she whispered, her trembling hands coming up to cover her mouth. "I never meant to be that person."
Moving closer to the girl with reddened eyes, her mascara, even though waterproof, streaking slightly from her perfect lashes. "You know I love you," she whispered, "and seeing you so hurt makes me want to trade places with you so bad. I never thought you were leading me on, sweetheart."
Emily's jaw dropped, letting the rich girl's fingers softly intertwine with hers. "How could you not? I almost let you kiss me, and that was my fault. I'm not in the state of mind to be making decisions like that." She sat herself up and got on her knees, moving to rest her forehead against the younger girl's. "But I'll tell you when I am, ok? I'll tell you once my mind is clear of everything and then we can talk."
Pain immediately shot through Emily's chest at the look of vulnerability she saw on that strong girl's face, and she nodded her head. "I know we need to talk, and it might take a while for me to get to that place, but we will have it. And when we do, it'll be just me and you. Ok?"
That was the conversation that got them to where they were now.
Emily was lying on her back with her ex wrapped tight in her arms, her chin resting atop those beautiful dark locks that she shared with the younger girl. They both needed to rest, and in each other's grasp seemed like the right way to do it; in the arms of those who loved them.