You Belong with Me, Not Swallowed in the Sea

Jemma Simmons was never the one to lash out...

Simmons was contemplating over what Bobbi had said to her earlier. She was currently staring into her microscope, examining some specimens, when her mind started to wander. 'Yes, I have fallen in love with Fitz. But now, Fitz just isn't Fitz anymore. I greatly appreciate Mack and what he has done to help Fitz recover. His recovery has been remarkable! And I am so thankful for that... But I miss everything we had. Now he won't even look at me, he won't talk to me, he can't even be in the same room with me! By this time tears were making their way down Jemma's face.

"HE HATES ME!"

Jemma Simmons was never the one to lash out, but everyone does sooner or later. Even if they're alone.

She had smashed her specimen dish on the table and was crying hysterically. She was crying about her best friend. Her best friend, that she had known for 11 years, was currently sitting at the bottom of the ocean. "You belong with me, not swallowed by the sea." That part she had quietly mumbled to herself because she was afraid someone would hear her...