Library | Saturday

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A fire was burning brightly in the library, waging a cheerful battle against the cold of the snow outside. Griff wasn't asking where it had appeared from as the fire was currently keeping him from freezing in the dark. As there was no work to be done in the dark stacks, he'd quickly found something to read from his list and settled in.

It was a situation fit for a terrible romance novel: crackling fire, blankets, and good books.

The library was open.

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Re: Talk to Griff

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"It doesn't work like that," she said, unwilling to put her own emotions away. She knew she probably should have, that it would be easier, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. No, he would watch her hurt, he would watch the results of his actions.

"You're being a child. No, you know what? You're being just like my mother. Think you can control what other people feel. Like you have the right."

Re: Talk to Griff

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"Fine, call me a child, but you're not getting it," he said, getting to his feet. "It doesn't matter how you feel if I don't feel the same."

Re: Talk to Griff

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She snorted.

"Funny. Seems like you're the one who's trying to change how I feel to suit what you want."

Fiona kept her head up and wouldn't take her focus off of his face.

"Try a different tack, Griff. One that isn't so obviously bullshit."

Re: Talk to Griff

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"You're saying my feelings are bullshit, now?" Griff actually laughed a sort of surprised and angry ha. It seemed Karev was rubbing off on him.

"Listen to me: I don't love you."

Re: Talk to Griff

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She looked him right in the face.

"Listen to me: you never told me you did. And it doesn't matter if you do or you don't. I love you."

She breathed in, hard, to finish.

"And I think your words are bullshit. Don't put words in my mouth."

Re: Talk to Griff

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Griff stared at her, mouth gaping at the complete insanity of her argument. "Well, from my end, you and I are done. And since you won't leave, I will."

And then, as one might expect from a frustrated and angry sixteen-year-old teleport, he jumped away messily, leaving a large blue crackle of energy in the center of a swirl of smoke sucked from the fire.

Re: Talk to Griff

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She almost reached for his thread, but no. No, she'd said she wouldn't push and she'd already... sort of gone back on that. Instead, refusing to cry and refusing to give any kind of emotional response, she stiffened her spine and made her way out.

She'd lived through much worse things than being dumped. She'd survive.

Even if she felt she'd also just lost her best friend.