Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where she doesnt know what to do

He held onto her as she began to quiver.

As much as she wanted to stop, the tears, her body, it pushed and pushed, demanding that it's sorrow be let loose into the world in the form of throat burning and exhausting sobs.

She didn't want to do this in front of George.

But she wanted his comfort.

Eventually, she pushed herself away from his warm embrace, not daring to make eye contact with him as her eyes began to blur.

"Excuse me,"
She made her way to her room, and George was close behind.

She closed and locked her door before George could step in or stop her, and she moved away from the door.

Just as the tears were making their way down her cheeks, she grabbed a pillow, collapsing against the opposite wall as she began to let out those sorrowful, heart wrenching sobs that George could hear through the door and the pillow, but hated none the less.

It only made Emi feel worse, knowing that George could hear her, and that it pained him to know that she was in bad shape.

By the time she was done, it was dark out, her chest and neck, face and eyes were a burning red.