Ginevra's house.

Ginevra couldn't understand anything lately, at least when it had something to do with Darren. Things that involved her best friend were complicated, as she wasn't stupid. She had been placed in Ravenclaw for her so called "wit" and though she wasn't too good at reading everybody, she was one hell of a girl when it came to reading Darren. She knew when he was lying - most of the time - and she knew what signs to look for to see if he was having an odd day. They argued a lot because of it, and though him graduating was one of the things she hadn't wanted to ever come, it had, and this was now the reality she was having to live out. Him not wanting to see her, her wanting to see him and be more than she had ever been with anybody, even Freddy for what seemed like a lifetime before now. Ginevra couldn't get why he couldn't understand her. Why she had to be left out in the dark because nothing worked out the way she wanted it to. Ever! Nothing seemed to ever go right, and she felt different not having him around to bicker at every day. "Darren, You know what I mean." she told him, her arms raising and then falling. She was such a drama queen when she wanted to be, even if she didn't notice it right away. This was all hopeless. She didn't get why she couldn't let go. There were other guys out there, and her dad always had told her 'never forget that there are millions of fish in the sea' but in her sea, right now, there seemed to be only one she could ever think about keeing for herself, no matter how cruel he could be. "You can keep denying all you want, but we both know you're only lying to yourself. I am - or was - your best friend, I know you. I know that you didn't come here just because you like me as a friend. You think for once actually caring for somebody will kill you? Because i'm pretty damn sure you're still alive right now!" pressing her lips together, she swallowed the lump that was stuck in the back of her throat, tight and uncertain. She was acting a lot more confident that she really was. How else did she plan on coxing him into admitting anything, though? He sure wasn't going to do it himself.
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It's okay, you replied decently fast this time (:

Yeah 3 weeks! Decent indeed.

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She was truly one of a kind. She wouldn't give up, ever, he had begun to notice that. Coming here had definately been a mistake, but it didn't matter now, perhaps now if he left, she would forget about him eventually? It might take years, it would probably, considering how obsessed she was with him. But eventually, she would move on, she would have to. All it would take was to go out of the door, she couldn't stop him from doing that. But he found that he couldn't. He kept thinking of how she would be after he would leave. Would she cry? Probably, although Darren had never seen her cry once in real life, not even after her sister passed away. She was too stubborn, too obsessed with being tough in front of others - especially him - to do so. But he imagined that she would, and to think it was all his fault... leaving now would be cruel. Staying however, in his mind, would be more cruel. Worse, it would be selfish. He had always been selfish to a certain extent with most people, but not with his family, and not with her. He still held the door handle tightly, but didn't turn it and walk out.

You think for once actually caring for somebody will kill you? Hearing her words, his hands clenched into fists, and then suddenly he lost his temper. "It's because I care for you that I'm leaving! Can't you understand that? I've explained it to you a million times! Why don't you get it? Do you have to make things more complicated for me? And for yourself?!" he yelled, suddenly losing it completely. He had bottled his temper for a long time, refraining from saying what he wanted to say, but it had become to much now. Still, it was definately not the right thing to say, this would just make her more stubborn. It would give her more hope that he actually loved her too, cared for her. He ground his teeth to refrain from saying anything else, then turned the handle and opened the door, a cool breeze entered the room, as he waited at the door - an uncomfortable silence had fell in the room.

Finding herself shocked, Ginevra was surely lost for words. Darren had finally exploded and told her - close enough - to what she had wanted to hear all along. He cared. For the firt few seconds, all her mind would allow her to think of was exactly this, which allowed her to keep her temer - and several other messed up emotions - stable and in tact. Young love always seemed to have a struggle in it, and growing up reading so many books had to be one of the reasons she had developed a sense of extra stubborn senses towards the ordeal with Darren, because she felt that they could have theiir happy ending. Even if he couldn't see it yet. She felt that strongly about it. Ginevra usually didn't get so attached, but she had with him. Quicker than a blink of an eye. Keeping in her mind that he hadn't left yet, her other half was remindng her that his hand was still in the process. If he left she wouldn't cry. Ginevra was determined not too. She felt like she would throw some sort of angry fit, though that was more to release all the emotions she just wasn't happy with keeping inside. It was stressing her to see him and know that he wasn't staying. Though she typically did well alone, and prferred it this way, her heart always did even better when Darren was around, even at times like this when things weren't going her way. Feelings like that made her so sure that she was feeling love, and that it was worth trying so damn hard. "You should know by now I don't care what 'danger' is in your life! I can take care of myself, so yes, I do have to make things more complicated! Just until you see that it can work, and aren't so blind." she exclaimed, exhailing a sigh as she did. Eyebrows furrowed, she felt the breeze as the door was opened. "All you need to do is see, and try. Trying never hurt anyone" The fact that he hadn't denied the rest kept her speaking, eyes darting from him to the door.

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even better this time!