Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in.
Jan 13, 2015 23:55:14 GMT
Post by Noxienia Versailles on Jan 13, 2015 23:55:14 GMT
Noxie felt Zeke move closer to her and for a second she was tempted to look up at him but could not bring herself to do so. She was too overwhelmed. Her brain was going a thousand miles a minute, too full of every emotion one could possibly feel at once plus some. She was happy to be near him in that moment, but at the same time, she had a deep regret and felt guilty for being alone with him when he was supposed to be with Bianca. But then he didn’t even want to be with Bianca, or so he said, but then what if he was lying just to keep from hurting he feelings but no, Zeke wasn’t like that. He didn’t lie to her as far as she knew. Oh, but why did she hate Bianca so much and why did it hurt so bad when she’d seen that evil bitch touching Zeke, her Zeke mind you. None of it made any sense whatsoever.
'I don't need this... It isn't worth it.' Noxie’s head shot up as Zeke cleared up the glass and then followed him as he rose to his feet,. Her eyes stared at him, having done more of that today than ever before, as he edged towards the door. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t move from where she knelt on the floor, her hands still outreached as though to pick up the bits of broken jar that were no longer there. ‘I’m no good for you…’
Noxie opened her mouth about to respond, wanting so badly to tell him exactly how wrong he was. No. He wasn’t bad for her. Zeke Noble had done so much good for Noxienia Versailles and he didn’t even know it. He was the first friend she’d ever felt truly comfortable with. The first human being whose eyes didn’t completely scare her to look into for more than a couple of seconds. And the single most person she want to always be around, no matter the situation. Noxie was irrevocably attached to Zeke, whether he liked it or not. And yet, there he was, telling her to climb a tree and walking right out that door like she didn’t matter even though his words claimed he was doing this for her benefit.
Noxie sat there. Staring at the door long after Zeke had gone, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, unable to fathom what had just happened. It took her ten minutes to look away from the door, and it was then that she really let herself go. She reached down, picking the newly repaired jar back up and hurled it again, letting it break hard against the wall. She rose to her feet and went to the sink, lifting out jar after jar and chucking each one across the room with a horrible scream, like someone had torn her heart out. She wasn’t able to stop either. She smashed every, single one of those old glass jars before she came back to her sense enough to realize what she’d just done.
Noxie gazed down at the floor, now covered in bits of silvery broken sharp things. She hiccuped… once… twice… and then with a wail, went racing from the little storeroom in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room, not caring about the mess or the fact that her robes came untied from her waist in the hallway and got left behind. Nothing mattered now. Not if Zeke had decided not to be her friend anymore… or had he? She couldn’t even remember what he’d said now aside from not seeing one another.
'I don't need this... It isn't worth it.' Noxie’s head shot up as Zeke cleared up the glass and then followed him as he rose to his feet,. Her eyes stared at him, having done more of that today than ever before, as he edged towards the door. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t move from where she knelt on the floor, her hands still outreached as though to pick up the bits of broken jar that were no longer there. ‘I’m no good for you…’
Noxie opened her mouth about to respond, wanting so badly to tell him exactly how wrong he was. No. He wasn’t bad for her. Zeke Noble had done so much good for Noxienia Versailles and he didn’t even know it. He was the first friend she’d ever felt truly comfortable with. The first human being whose eyes didn’t completely scare her to look into for more than a couple of seconds. And the single most person she want to always be around, no matter the situation. Noxie was irrevocably attached to Zeke, whether he liked it or not. And yet, there he was, telling her to climb a tree and walking right out that door like she didn’t matter even though his words claimed he was doing this for her benefit.
Noxie sat there. Staring at the door long after Zeke had gone, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, unable to fathom what had just happened. It took her ten minutes to look away from the door, and it was then that she really let herself go. She reached down, picking the newly repaired jar back up and hurled it again, letting it break hard against the wall. She rose to her feet and went to the sink, lifting out jar after jar and chucking each one across the room with a horrible scream, like someone had torn her heart out. She wasn’t able to stop either. She smashed every, single one of those old glass jars before she came back to her sense enough to realize what she’d just done.
Noxie gazed down at the floor, now covered in bits of silvery broken sharp things. She hiccuped… once… twice… and then with a wail, went racing from the little storeroom in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room, not caring about the mess or the fact that her robes came untied from her waist in the hallway and got left behind. Nothing mattered now. Not if Zeke had decided not to be her friend anymore… or had he? She couldn’t even remember what he’d said now aside from not seeing one another.