Hi guys um i completely forgot that Redmore are broken up so!!
Evermore's perspective;
I knocked on Red's bedroom door, hoping and planning on getting her back. I decided to take everyone's advice and lie to her about being remorseful, and I pride myself on my lying skills so hopefully it would work.
"Hello Red," I greeted her, wincing at the way her shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes. "I have come to apologise to you,"
"No thank you," She closed the door but I extended an arm and kept it open.
"Yes please,"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes"
"Go away Evermore," She sighed, trying to press the door closed, but to no avail as i was stronger than her.
"Please could you allow me to at least apologise before you kick me out? I would greatly appreciate the chance to speak,"
"Go you have one minute." She made it clear that I would not be entering her room and so I started talking, resigned to the fact that I would have to stay in the hallway.
"Well I wanted to say that I apologise for, err, committing murder I suppose, and what I am trying to say is that I'm- um- remorseful?"
"Not buying it," She slammed the door on my foot and I withdrew it quickly, hopping a bit and cursing under my breath.
"That hurt," I stated
"Yeah no shit that was my intention,"
"Well there's no need to be a bitch about it," I blinked. This wasn't how i expected this to go.
"There's no need to go around murdering people either!" She retaliated.
"He was a murderer too!" I exclaimed. I saw her pause for a minute, considering, so I felt it safe to continue talking. "He ran over Este's cat."
"Oh for gods sake I thought you were being serious," She looked annoyed, which I personally found very offensive, because cats are just as human as we are, so therefore the vehicular cat-slaughter that Jake committed was just as bad as what I did to him. We can call it even.
"I am being serious, he was a cheater, a liar, and a murderer. I know that you would agree that he deserved death, so what's so wrong about me following through with it?"
"What's so wrong with it? I don't know, maybe the fact that you killed someone? Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get in if anyone found out? You would get arrested!"
"I find it highly unlikely that anyone would find out, seeing as I always wipe my fingerprints off the doorknob and my gun, and I basically shot him as soon as he opened the door, then left, so-"
"I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT EVERMORE." She laced her fingers together behind her head and looked up at the ceiling, seemingly very annoyed by the whole situation. "Your minute is up. Bye."
"I'm- I'm really sorry Red," I said, truthfully this time. "Not for what I did, I'm going to be honest with you, but for hurting you. That was never my intention and I genuinely feel terrible that you don't feel safe around me anymore. I would never in a million years hurt you, and I just-"
"Okay," She shut the door, leaving me blinking at the spot where her face just was.
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I knocked on the door of Folklore's bedroom, which she opened after a few seconds.
"Are you alright Eve? You look upset," She said worriedly, letting me into her room where I sat down on the bed.
"I feel... I feel like I might cry," I said unsurely- disconnectedly, even. To anyone else that would sound stupid, but Folklore understood the actual weight of my words. I hadn't cried since I was about 8- not because I pushed it down, it just was something I grew out of. I swallowed.
"Eve?" She got my attention, only half pulling me out of the place I was in my mind, where I went occasionally when I needed a break. "I heard you and Red yelling."
"Oh,"
"I'm sorry it went like that. You took my advice and it didn't work."
"Don't be, it's my fault," I sighed. Somehow I felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I blinked them back.
"Evie if you need to cry, I'm here, okay? Lean on me- I'm here,"
"You haven't called me Evie in a while," I whispered.
"It just felt right," She smiled gently at me and I nodded. She called me Eve frequently; Evie was special. No one else called me that, and when she did it was only reserved for moments where one of the two of us (namely her) needed comfort- hence why she hadn't called me it in a while.
I leant back so that I was mostly laying down and she took my hand, assuming the same position as me. I felt her eyes on me as a tear rolled down my cheek and was caught by the patch of hair just above my ear, and she squeezed my hand in silent understanding.
We stayed like that for a few minutes while a couple more tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't feel namely upset, and my face still didn't take on any position of sadness, but the fact that I was crying was probably a good enough indication that the squeezing pain I felt in my chest was sadness. I hated my emotions- not that they happened, but how they happened. Why did I get upset to the point of crying but still feel nothing? Why was I numb?
"You must really care about Red," Folklore spoke up softly. "I haven't seen you cry over a girl... ever,"
"I do," I said honestly, surprised when my voice came out shaking. "I really love her,"
"I know that she loves you too, she just needs some time."
"I damn well hope so,"
A/N: HIII wanted to address the fact that Redmore are still broken up and then I thought, what better way to address that than to break them worse!
