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Hermione_loves_Ron · 09-12-2009, 09:20 AM

Issy couldn't do this. She always became so angry at him. How was it so possible for him to fight so passionately with him when she otherwise felt so passionately right? Inside her chest, her heart felt to crumble a little and she tightened her arms around herself, whether to stop the shaking or keep the pieces together, she was uncertain. What she was certain of, though, was that Samson was a fool. And Sabrina was a fool, too. But Samson the biggest. He was always so mean when they fought and she could never bring herself to be terrible back, even though her chest swelled with anger and a terrible pain and a build up of words and names she refused to speak.

He always pushed her away.

Even over a fight like this, he would push her away. Issy found herself tearing her eyes away so that Samson wouldn't see the tears building at her lash line. Just a few days ago... so right, so perfect. But whenever they fought, he did this. Every time, Samson pushed her away. Did he really prefer not to work at things?

He even acted as though they were nothing anyone could do about the werewolves. Narrowing her eyes at the passing scenery, Issy shook her head in a furious manner of force, sending locks of brown hair flying about. So passive... she always had been the one with initiative; few times did Samson take a lead. Heart and stomach heavy, Issy felt her insides curl. If he would never take action... to work through, to fix something, to try to make a difference... The tears were warm as they slid down her cheek.

Willow always believed it was a love potion. That Issy's feelings for Samson were absurd and unreal. And, maybe it wasn't a love potion, but maybe... maybe Willow was on to something. How could Issy love him? She did and she loved him deeply, but she couldn't understand it or explain it and looking at this... What good were they if Samson wanted to roll over and let lie, or push her away when he became angry?

Though she felt ashamed doing so, Issy sniffled and turned around. Without speaking, she picked up the bag that she'd brought in with her and hitched it over her shoulder.

"Fine, Samson," she said, speaking to the wall opposite them, hating herself for the crack in the voice. "You can continue to push me away, because clearly at school, we're different, and clearly, it must be your way or no way. If you want to be an irrational prat, have it your way. Are you happy, Samson? I'm leaving."

And with a cracking heart, Issy hurried out of the room, sliding the door shut loudly after her, before the first gasping sob came out. She would much prefer to do that in private, but seeing as privacy was limited, she would have to settle for her hands and knees on the floor where he could at least not hear her.

09-12-2009, 09:20 AM	#193 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl Issy couldn't do this. She always became so angry at him. How was it so possible for him to fight so passionately with him when she otherwise felt so passionately right? Inside her chest, her heart felt to crumble a little and she tightened her arms around herself, whether to stop the shaking or keep the pieces together, she was uncertain. What she was certain of, though, was that Samson was a fool. And Sabrina was a fool, too. But Samson the biggest. He was always so mean when they fought and she could never bring herself to be terrible back, even though her chest swelled with anger and a terrible pain and a build up of words and names she refused to speak. He always pushed her away. Even over a fight like this, he would push her away. Issy found herself tearing her eyes away so that Samson wouldn't see the tears building at her lash line. Just a few days ago... so right, so perfect. But whenever they fought, he did this. Every time, Samson pushed her away. Did he really prefer not to work at things? He even acted as though they were nothing anyone could do about the werewolves. Narrowing her eyes at the passing scenery, Issy shook her head in a furious manner of force, sending locks of brown hair flying about. So passive... she always had been the one with initiative; few times did Samson take a lead. Heart and stomach heavy, Issy felt her insides curl. If he would never take action... to work through, to fix something, to try to make a difference... The tears were warm as they slid down her cheek. Willow always believed it was a love potion. That Issy's feelings for Samson were absurd and unreal. And, maybe it wasn't a love potion, but maybe... maybe Willow was on to something. How could Issy love him? She did and she loved him deeply, but she couldn't understand it or explain it and looking at this... What good were they if Samson wanted to roll over and let lie, or push her away when he became angry? Though she felt ashamed doing so, Issy sniffled and turned around. Without speaking, she picked up the bag that she'd brought in with her and hitched it over her shoulder. "Fine, Samson," she said, speaking to the wall opposite them, hating herself for the crack in the voice. "You can continue to push me away, because clearly at school, we're different, and clearly, it must be your way or no way. If you want to be an irrational prat, have it your way. Are you happy, Samson? I'm leaving." And with a cracking heart, Issy hurried out of the room, sliding the door shut loudly after her, before the first gasping sob came out. She would much prefer to do that in private, but seeing as privacy was limited, she would have to settle for her hands and knees on the floor where he could at least not hear her. __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB Last edited by Hermione_loves_Ron; 09-12-2009 at 09:26 AM.