"You just call out my name, And you know wherever I am I'll come running To see you again Winter, spring, summer, or fall, All you have to do is call And I'll be there, yes I will You've got a friend...." You've Got a Friend ~ James Taylor
Emily quickly got her skate guards on and rushed out of the rink, not stopping for anything. She’d seen Marina’s worried look... she couldn’t stay any longer and have her coach ask her what was wrong. Being so close to Mark, after last night, was too unbearable... she’d been close to tears so many times in the three- hour session. She needed to get away, to be alone, to find a place where she could just let go. She hurried into the dressing room and shut the door. She knew that she was the only one there, except for Kirsten, and she was still on the ice. Em finally broke down, buried her head in her hands, and let the silent, painful tears come. She cursed herself for crying like this, again, but she just couldn’t help it. She wouldn’t let herself cry as hard as she wanted to, though... she forced herself to stay silent, choking back her sobs. Suddenly the door opened and Kirsten entered the dressing room. She quickly realized that Em was crying and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Em looked up and hastily tried to brush away her tears and act as if everything were okay. But she knew it was too late. Kirsten already knew she was a mess. “I thought you guys would be skating for awhile yet,” she said shakily. “We... Lauren wanted us to take a break and come back this afternoon,” Kirsten replied quietly. “I... I didn’t know you were in here, or...” “It’s okay,” Emily interrupted. “It’s not your fault I’m a totally emotional freak right now. It’s just that... Oh, God, I don’t know how to tell you this...” “You don’t have to,” Kirsten finally said, offering Em a tissue. “I already know.” “You know?” Em looked up in surprise. “How?” “I... well...” she started tentatively. “Mark told me last night.” “Oh.” Emily winced at the sound of her partner’s name. “So you know everything. How everything is such a mess. How we... how we aren’t...” She trailed off and fiercely brushed away her tears. “Yeah,” Kirsten replied softly. “I’m sorry. I... I don’t know what to say.” “I don’t know why I’m crying,” Em said bitterly. “After all, I had some say in it. We decided together that this couldn’t go on anymore... so why am I such a pathetic wreck?” Kirsten knew that Emily was talking more to herself that to her, and not having any idea how to respond, stayed silent. “We were making ourselves miserable by staying together and fighting all the time,” Em continued. “But now I’m even more miserable than I was then, and I don’t know what to do...” She shook her head, trying to stop the tears from starting yet again. “So why don’t you tell him?” Kirsten suggested hesitantly. “I mean, if being apart is making you so miserable...” “I can’t.” Em shook her head. “I know he wasn’t happy. We were fighting all the time. And we’ve got to make it work, for the sake of our skating...” Kirsten was at the point where she wanted to shout in exasperation: “Can’t you see your skating is never gonna work out if you aren’t together?!”, but for Emily’s sake, she restrained herself. She knew the poor girl wasn’t thinking logically at the moment, and knew that no amount of persuading was going to make her see the obvious truth. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked gently. “I don’t know.” Em stared up at the ceiling. “I mean, I know that when Michael and I broke up, it was really bad, for awhile, but this... this is different.” She thought back to that time over a year ago, when her relationship with her boyfriend of three years had fallen apart. She’d been a mess, crying all the time, not knowing how she was going to keep going. She’d thought she’d lost her one chance at true love. But back then, she’d had skating to help her through the tough times... skating and... Mark. She’d been too naive then to know that while her partner had helped her get over the pain, he’d been patiently biding time until the right moment came... The time when her heart had healed and opened again, this time, for him... She sighed. “It was easier, then,” she finally concluded. “In a way. He was there for me, then...” “And now you feel like you’re all alone?” Kirsten asked. Emily nodded tearfully. “Without him, I am all alone. Oh, God, I miss him so much already!” Seeing Em about to burst into tears again, Kirsten quickly wracked her brain for a note of optimism. “You’re not all alone, Em,” she told her finally, knowing the message might not register with the distraught girl, but needing to say something encouraging. “I’ve got my friends?” Em asked, smiling wanly at Kirsten. “Definitely,” Kirsten said, returning the smile. “It’ll be okay, Em... it really will.” “That’s what my sister told me,” Em replied. Only I can’t believe it... yet. Maybe you guys are right, though.” “Maybe we are,” she responded. “It’s two against one. Besides, I’ve seen you guys together... we all have. Everyone knows you guys were meant to be together.” “Yeah.” Emily finally managed a genuine smile. “And love always finds a way in the end, doesn’t it?” “I’m sure it does.” Kirsten patted Emily on the back and handed her another tissue. “I’m telling you... things will work out the way they’re supposed to in the end. Just watch.”
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