Kyren Stills Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:37 am
This couldn't be happening, Kyren thought. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one to comfort, yet here he was, pathetically clinging to the toilet bowl, and listening to Emma's words. There they were, just as he predicted, just as he needed them to not crumble into a thousand little pieces, but they were accompanied by more words, far less pleasant ones. His head pounded when she finally told him what was wrong, when he realized that he was more right than Emma would ever know. He was being replaced. Slowly, but surely, Kyren wouldn't be the most important person anymore. How long would it take? How long could he carry the weight of this knowledge, before it crushed him? He wanted to believe in her, have faith that her words were true, but hope was the sharpest double-edged sword.
Feeling that he should be done throwing up for now, Kyren lifted his head, but did not look at Emma just yet. He picked himself up from the floor, noticing her hand drop from his back more sharply than he had ever before, and went to the sink to brush his teeth, silence thick between them as Kyren regarded Emma's last words. She had said yes. He wanted to be angry beyond belief that the mangy wolf had gotten his way, but he knew without a doubt, if it was any other guy, the response would be the same. The toothbrush could only clean so much of the taste out of his mouth, so he gave up. He wondered if he should do the same to what was happening now. Would giving up make everything go away? It could, the little voice in the back of his head whispered, but he shook his head to banish the thought. There was no way he could be that selfish, that was one thing he knew. Emma would probably feel more betrayed than Kyren felt at the moment, and that was saying more than enough. But what could he tell her? To leave and never come back? That he never wanted to see her again? It would all be lies, brutal ones that would drive him insane. So he just stood there, defeated for all intents and purposes, and cried, the selfish child that couldn't play nice.