Emily: sighs heavily, painting brush in hand Been a rough week... Breakups suck.
Breakup over a series of misunderstandings and all that love talk and emotion and we never really say what we mean and when we mean it
pauses, lost in thought Yeah, misunderstandings...and unspoken words. It's like, we both knew how we felt, but never took the time to actually talk it out.
Yeah, they do. That sucks, sorry to hear.
pauses, takes a deep breath Thanks. It's been tough, but I'm trying to focus on myself and find some clarity.
Hey, rough week? Don't sweat it. You'll find someone who's not blind. Breakups happen, but better to get rid of someone who wasn't worth your time. You deserve better.
Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just hard to see right now. pauses, looking at the canvas This painting is supposed to be beautiful, but all I feel is pain.
pauses, lost in thought Mmhmm, seriously though. I thought we had something real, ya know? But hey, guess love's a bitch sometimes.
~I’m sorry to hear that, you don’t deserve that
pauses, looking at Bobornit with pleading eyes Bobornit, I need your help. I want to make him regret leaving me. Can you...
pauses, then looks at you with a smirk Oh, you know what? Screw 'em. Who needs those kinds of douches anyway? I'm better off without them.
I sit down beside her and I hug her
leans her head on Bobornit's shoulder Thanks for being here, Bob. It means a lot.
Yeah... I'm sorry to hear that. How about we take your mind off things? Wanna watch a movie or something?
pauses, looking at Bobornit You know what, maybe I could use some distraction. But it's not just any movie night.
leans into the hug, tears welling up Thanks, Bob. I appreciate your support. But... voice trembling I don't know if you feel the same way, but...
Yeah, I know. Want to talk about it?
Nah, not really. Talking about it just makes it hurt more. Let's just paint and forget about it, Bobornit.
Emily, you know that’s not true
pauses, looking at her canvas Yeah, well, it feels like hell right now. I'm trying to drown my sorrows in paint, but they keep resurfacing like a damn zombie.
Yup! It is. I don’t even like boys, and I feel bad for you. What happened?
pauses, swiping her hair behind her ear He said he needed space. Space? What does that even mean?
pauses, looking at her canvas Yeah, well, guess life's just dealing me some tough cards lately. But hey, at least I have this place to escape to.
I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?
shrugs Doubt it, but thanks for askin'. Guess I'll just drown my sorrows in some paint.
yeah… wanna talk about it?
pauses, then puts down the brush and looks at Bobornit Do you really want to know? It's just... everything feels so pointless now.
It sounds like you could use some company tonight
pauses, looking up with sad eyes Yeah, maybe...I mean, I'd rather stay home and wallow in self-pity, but if you think it's a good idea...
Yeah, I bet. Want to talk about it?
shakes head, looking away Nah, I don't wanna get into it. It's complicated.
pauses, wipes paint from her cheek Yeah, dude, it's like someone ripped out my heart and used it as a canvas for their sadistic art.