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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 4, 2008 2:58:07 GMT -5
"I took the risk of not telling you. I know I should of, I could of told you, but I didn't. I may not have recognized that you wouldn't have told anyone, but are you recognizing the fact that you and Emeric weren't exactly best friends back then? Our last fight had been over me sitting with him, so I didn't know what me having a crush on him would lead to. I regret not telling you now, but I think we've made it clear enough then I wasn't planning this to happen the way it has." Matty said, though now she was hardly able to recognize her own voice. It sounded distant, like the passion of anger that fueled her arguments had been drained out. The girl raised her eyes, just to see Tianne looking down, and mutter something under her breath.
"I give up..."
That was it, the final straw. She gave up? She gave up? Matty could barely contain the feeling of her stomach giving way, her insides bursting with frustration and misery. "You know what?" the girl said, raising her eye brows and her hands before Tianne. "So do I." though if anyone took the time to look at Matilda's expression, and listen to the pitch of her voice, they would know she was far from it. She didn't take any time to compose herself, as the girl walked straight past Tianne, gathering up her clothes and walking a few meters away from the willow tree that was sadly drooping into the lake. The teenager managed to fumble on her shirt, hugging her other possessions as she bent her head, and stopped in her tracks. Then right there, right then, Matty let the flood gates open. She stood there, perfectly still, facing the lake, where meters away, Tianne would probably be getting still settling on the impact of her own words. The girl's face was burried in her clothes which were soaking up not only tears, but all the emotions spilling from the inside out.
She was through with trying to please everyone.
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Tianne Webster-Barrett
Ravenclaw Prefect
Sixth Year
i'm developing a language and i'm calling it my own.
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Post by Tianne Webster-Barrett on Aug 4, 2008 6:05:26 GMT -5
Tianne was fed up. There were only two words known in the English speaking world that described her current opinion correctly, and only made sense when they were used in conjunction. Fed-Up. It was cliché, Tianne knew that, but she couldn't take the pressure of this conversation anymore. She felt like a kid, finding out the tooth fairy was really your mum, but she didn't think that Matty felt the same way. For all Tianne knew, Matty was having fun tearing the girl apart, but Tianne couldn't help but doubt that. Matty was a nice person, Tianne just had just been having troubles staying on her 'good' side. This was basically a one off incident, but Tianne was so judgmental right now, she couldn't care less.
Frustrated with Matty's total lack of compassion, Tianne groaned. "Whatever..." She again muttered under her breath, before turning on her heel and going. No argument was good without a dramatic storm off. Tianne's anger had suppressed all of her tears, and she was leaving. She was going as far away from Matty as she could at the moment. However, with the finishing of the tears, the return of the guilt, the regret and the resent came flooding back. Making sure that Matty was out of sight, Tianne found a tree, and made her way up it. She had left her things, including her wand, with Matty, and the girl hoped that Matty wouldn't go crazy and throw them all in the water or something.
Taking cover under a branch as the thunder rolled in, Tianne began crying hopelessly. She was cold, she was frustrated with both herself and Matty for letting something this trivial come between them. She was tired, physically and emotionally, and she was scared, for both the reasons that she was sitting out in a tree while thunder and lightning made themselves apparent, and that this could having been the seperation of the trademarked inseparable, joined at the hip, basically twin girls. It was sad, and Tianne knew it was her fault. But her and Matty were both way too stubborn to apologise, and that was the way that Tianne's depressing day had ended up.
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Post by Matilda Wentworth on Aug 4, 2008 6:36:57 GMT -5
Matty had never felt a pain like this before. It was like a part of her soul, her body, her mind, had been ripped from her. She could feel the memories and nagging feelings of joy, happiness and love that Tianne had filled her with perusing to enter her body again, but the girl was just pushing them away. If this was it, the end of her friendship, then she didn't want to remember. She didn't want to feel the pain; all she could do to help herself was muster a feeling of numbness. Matty exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This couldn't really be over, could it? A friendship couldn't end in a matter of... what, an hour? Could it? She didn't want to believe so.
As much as she was convinced she hated Tianne at this moment, Matty couldn't bring herself to accept it. The teenager allowed herself a good few minutes to reflect on what had just happened. She had told Tianne, and the reaction from the Ravenclaw had sparked the first hasty comments about lies and friendship. After that, the words of anger, hate and frustration had had simply flung between them like a heated game of tennis. They had both broken down at one stage, only to get back up and keep fighting. This was surely a war that neither of them were proud enough to give up on, nor humble enough to give in to. Matty knew that even when she had fought with Jynx over Devon, and with Devon about Leto, that she hadn't ever felt this much pain inside.
It was just as much a physical feeling as a mental. Her stomach ached from the constant feeling of guilt and anger swishing inside of it. Her limbs felt limp and numb from her cold. Her head pounded, knowing full well that this was anything but over yet. Matilda could feel the tears streaming from her eyes, the wetness of her towel absorbing them, but preventing her from seeing Tianne walk off into the distance. The teenager took a long while to get the courage to look up. When she did, all she could see was the dark, glassy reflection of the water in front. The clouds over head had made the sky dark and throbbing, the thunder only contributing to this. Matty shuddered slightly, feeling the rain fall into her hair, washing over her body. She didn't bother to put on her shorts, for they were already soaked with tears and droplets of rain. Her tee-shirt stuck damp to her body, her hair weaving in loops of golden locks on her shoulders.
But still, she couldn't bring herself to let her eyes stray. She couldn't bring herself to realize that if she could only muster up the courage, she could try and fix this friendship again. But not just yet, for Matilda Wentworth was still a wounded girl, cut by the comments her best friend had thrown in return to her own scares.
Postscript: Thread offically closed.
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