"don't look at me like that," emily scowls, "you were the one that walked out, not me."
standing here, with the back door open and the warm august air blowing in, she feels stupid. she's always been a sucker for those who hurt her - maybe it was a trauma response, maybe it was a psychological thing, but, nonetheless - she should know better by now.
"you do this all the time," she continues, "you leave, for days, even weeks, and i don't know where you're going, and you don't tell me, and i'm just left here, angry and hurt."
she continues frowning, before she sighs. she shifts on her left foot to her right, and - she knew this would happen. she knew she'd give in. from the beginning, really. it was always just a matter of time.
maybe she needs therapy.
"you're the worst, you know?" she mutters, grabbing the bag of food and when all she gets is a meow in response, she groans.
she definitely needs therapy.
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Fanfictionmy collection of unrelated criminal minds drabbles. chapters 7-20 are tumblr prompts chapters 13-16 are requests. chapters 17- 20 are part of the "100 ways to save i love you" prompts (won't be continued) completed
