Marissa
It's over
Wed May 16, 2018 13:23
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Marissa hated conflict. She hated fighting. She’d never understood the appeal. She liked to be liked, and people who fought… they weren’t liked. It was a solution to a problem that never felt good for anyone. Even when other people felt there was a need for a fight, Marissa tended to try different approaches. Everyone else had hurt or bullied or argued with Lucien after his conflict with Holland, but Marissa had sat down and tried to talk to him. She and Camilla had kind of argued, and then Camilla slapped her, and Marissa never wanted to be part of something like that again. Especially since it ended up with Rose doing something stupid and awful to the other girl, despite knowing that that was exactly the kind of thing Marissa didn’t want to happen.

…oh. She’d have to spend a lot more time with Russell for now. Just in case Rose did another stupid, awful, violent, terrible thing. How could someone so smart always choose the dumbest reaction?

Rose snapped at her and got up. “No, Rose, that’s not what I-.” Marissa got up and followed Rose. She tried to get something, anything, out before her best friend closed the door in her face. She took a step away from the door, then a few more steps until she numbly sat down on the edge of her bed. She could feel how warm her cheeks were. Her chest was tight; her throat stung. Her eyes were burning and it made her head hurt. Was her heart about to burst out of her chest?

Marissa balled up her fists in her sheets and squeezed, holding back a frustrated and hurt scream. Rose was supposed to be her person; she was supposed to get it. When had she started hating everything Marissa chose to do? Letting out a held breath, she ran her hands through her hair, moving it out of her face, and searched the room for her wand. Once she located it, she left. The Aquila didn’t leave a note behind. Rose would know where she was going, but Marissa wasn’t sure Rose would even care that she was gone.

Her legs carried her, almost on autopilot, down the hallways and to her destination. She didn’t feel the alcohol as much anymore. It was unlikely that she was sober, but she definitely was feeling everything else too much to notice. She didn’t run into other students, which was fine. Marissa was one of the rare few that frequented the staff quarters. When she was a first year, she got homesick during the first week or so and cried. Garen let her stay over and keep an overnight bag so she’d always felt like she had a place to go with family if she was ever lonely or sad. She hadn’t needed it for that reason since, but she did keep it supplied with current clothes in case she fell asleep babysitting and didn’t feel like going back to Aquila. She was thankful for that now.

In no time, Marissa had knocked on the door of Garen’s apartment. Once the door opened, she stood there silently for a moment, and then she burst into tears. “G-Garen, I messed up. I m-messed everything up,” she sobbed, “C-can I – I wanna stay, please.” He let her in, and even though Marissa didn’t feel any better, it helped to know she wouldn’t have to go back to Aquila that night.

  • All good things must come to an end - Rose, Wed May 16 12:52
    ”And - oh my god, honestly, why would I want to talk?” It felt like Marissa had actually punched Rose. The English girl was stunned. She felt physically dizzy and was glad that she was sitting down.... more
    • It's over - Marissa, Wed May 16 13:23
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