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Post by Emby Foster on Nov 4, 2009 12:53:45 GMT -5
Emby said nothing as she waited for him to respond. He seemed to be taking her in and it made her uncomfortable. She took her hand away from his and crossed it over her chest. He could have just asked for her to remove it, but didn't say anything. She was ready though, in case he tried to go away. He seemed like the only person who could help her and Jacob and she wasn't going to let him slip away.
She grimaced as he spoke of Jacob. "He was just being protective of me," she stated. "He knows how I get sometimes when I have too many people around me. He didn't...he didn't mean to hurt you or anything." She closed her eyes, willing the tears away. She opened her eyes sharply. "I don't think your a saint but I thought maybe you had enough humanity to help those in need. What if you were sick? What if someone had the cure? Or at least a remedy. Wouldn't you want it?" Her voice cracked and she looked down, ashamed at how much her emotions were showing.
She listened to him speak and her trapped tears rolled down her cheeks. She kept her face down and nodded her head. She didn't know how he expected her to react to that. How does one react when a stranger tells them their friend is dying? She wanted to punch Claude but that was not her nature nor would she jeopardize Jacob's chance at getting healed.
Emby raised her head when she felt Claude looking at her. Her eyes were red and her cheeks tear stained. Even if she thought she was gorgeous, she wouldn't know how to use it. She stared back at Claude, praying that he'd choose to help Jacob, praying that he'd choose to help her sanity.
Her eyes widened as he asked how much she loved Jacob. What type of questions was that? She took a shuddering breath. "He's more than a friend to me, if that's what you want to know. I really don't know. I just know he can't die. Please....save him." She whispered her last sentence and silent tears rolled down her cheeks once more. |
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