[Pressing her lips together, Emily looks away. Way to lay on the guilt trip, Chris. Then again, that does give her the tiniest sliver of hope.
Because he's right. Jess is alive. She's alive, despite her encounter with the wendigo in the mines. And so is Emily, in spite of everything. That in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle.
Emily would be lying her face off if she said she didn't care about Jess anymore, that Emily had completely written off her ex-best friend the moment she started going out with the guy who dumped her. It had hurt so much precisely because she couldn't just write Jess off. And what the hell had all that anger gotten her, in the end? A stupid fight in the lodge. The breaking of Matt's trust in her. Almost getting shot. (Okay, maybe that last one wasn't directly related, but still.)
All of that over a boy who didn't even turn out to be that great of a guy.
She doesn't respond to Chris on his advice, though, avoiding his gaze as she turns the mirror once in her hand and pockets it.]
I can walk.
[And as if to prove it, she stands, grimacing as she supports herself on the arm of this chair. She's breathless once she makes it to her feet, but at least now she's figured out how to breathe without aggravating the bruise that is doubtless starting to color her skin.]
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Date: 2016-03-20 07:35 pm (UTC)Because he's right. Jess is alive. She's alive, despite her encounter with the wendigo in the mines. And so is Emily, in spite of everything. That in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle.
Emily would be lying her face off if she said she didn't care about Jess anymore, that Emily had completely written off her ex-best friend the moment she started going out with the guy who dumped her. It had hurt so much precisely because she couldn't just write Jess off. And what the hell had all that anger gotten her, in the end? A stupid fight in the lodge. The breaking of Matt's trust in her. Almost getting shot. (Okay, maybe that last one wasn't directly related, but still.)
All of that over a boy who didn't even turn out to be that great of a guy.
She doesn't respond to Chris on his advice, though, avoiding his gaze as she turns the mirror once in her hand and pockets it.]
I can walk.
[And as if to prove it, she stands, grimacing as she supports herself on the arm of this chair. She's breathless once she makes it to her feet, but at least now she's figured out how to breathe without aggravating the bruise that is doubtless starting to color her skin.]