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Emily's heart part four - by starsandharts

Now

There's only so much ignoring you can do before you realize that hiding from your problems won't solve anything.

And currently one of her main problems was still banging on her door.

"Emily! Open the fucking door!"

Even when she was shouting, there was still a slight huskiness about her voice, a pleasant gravelly tone. Emily had become so familiar with this voice over the past year, to the point where she even called the owner of this voice one of her 'best friends'. And it's true, Grace was one of her best friends.

They'd spent time together, had done girly things like salon trips and spa days together, had drank in bars and eaten in restaurants together, had gone on hikes and watched movies together; real best friend activities. And Hannah never minded; in fact, she encouraged it. She loved that Emily and Grace were such good friends. She'd even dubbed them 'Emilace', claiming it was her favorite brotp, even more than Jake and Finn from Adventure Time, and that was saying something.

"Emily for fuck's sake, I will climb through the window! I know you're in there!"

Emily sighs and lies back on her coffee table, bending her legs and pointing her knees to the ceiling to avoid putting her feet on her still dangerous carpet. She can't be bothered to put anymore precautions in place; if Grace wants to come in, she can come in.

Emily is done.

No more smashing things, no more flooding rooms, no more violence. She's got it all out. It's over.

Emily is done.

There's a few heavy thuds coming from her kitchen, then a sliding sound. Huh, Grace really is coming through the window.

"Holy shit."

There's splashing noises, slow and light, as Grace probably takes in Emily's still flooded kitchen. When this was all over, Emily would clean it up. It's only been two days, after all. She's allowed to keep her kitchen/spa experience for as long as it takes her to get it all out, she decided sometime last night, but she knows it'll be sorted by tomorrow. Tidy house, tidy mind.

"Emily?"

Grace's voice has changed, Emily notes, as she slides her eyes shut and waits for Grace to enter the room. It's less furious, less demanding. There's a hint of concern, as if Grace has forgotten what Emily did two nights ago, as if Grace is remembering that Emily is a person that she cared for.

"Emily, what the hell have you done."

Grace's voice is quiet; she's not directing the question to Emily. The redhead feels her heart deflate further because yeah, what has she done. Her poor poor house. What a mess. Maybe she'll need to hire actual cleaning equipment, like a hoover for water and stuff to plaster the wall with! Oh no.

There's more slow wading and then soft squelches, as Grace leaves the kitchen and heads down her sodden hallway. Emily keeps her eyes closed. She's tired.

"Emily?" Grace's voice is clear and crisp, and Emily knows she's standing in the doorway to her sitting room now. "Jesus."

"Hiya babe." Emily says quietly, her voice not quite used to talking after her two days of silence. "Did you need something?"

"What..." Grace hesitates. "Did you do all this?"

Emily sighs and opens her eyes, staring up at her bland ceiling and trying not to yawn.

"No." Emily replies calmly. "It was Hannah."

There's silence for a moment.

"Hannah's not been here." Grace says steadily, still from the doorway.