Striking Thunder. Saccharine rain. Sadistic storm. 

And a messy quidditch match.

As the clouds abruptly rubbed against one another creating loud thunder in response, Slytherin and Ravenclaw shared a compassionate match against one another. 

I held my breath while studying my boyfriend attempting to attain the snitch. 

Just then, Malfoy followed his lead, and an intense battle raised each of the houses watched dangerously, and after a few pushes and bumps, Draco's hand grasped onto the shining golden snitch.

The heads around me began roaring and cheering. After all, Slytherin had won the final match.

My lips stayed zipped and my body remained frozen. I wasn't sure if I should cheer that my house had won a cup or mourn that my boyfriend had lost horrifically.

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"It's alright..." I stammered over my words venturing to comfort Jalen. I wasn't quite sure if I was doing it correctly.

I was never comforted.

I was never taught how to comfort anyone.

I suppose affirming would be strong enough but no matter how hard I tried, and how many words I stated there was always this icky feeling sticking with me. There were no words to describe it.

"I almost caught that damn snitch."

"I could have won..."

"It's that prat, Malfoy." 

There had always been a rivalry between Jalen and Draco, and it had rooted in them being in the opposite quidditch teams with the same positions, except Malfoy had taken it further by taunting and mocking him as well.

"Calm yourself--"

"Will you get out!"

I froze.

For a second, it felt as though the earth had stopped spinning. The shock intoxicated my mind.

Then the emotions poured forth.

I was only trying to comfort him. 

"Emerlyn--" remorse and regret flooded Jalen's voice as he attempted to grab ahold of me. "I- I didn't mean it-"

"That's what you say every time." 

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JANUARY 29.

Three days.

Three days had gone by.

Three days of being ignored by Jalen.

I had never felt a different type of infuriated like I was today, but this rage engulfed me with anguish. He had ignored me for three fucking days.

All because I had built enough courage to speak back to him.

I would be stubborn as well. If he wasn't willing to talk to me nor was I, it was evident he was ignoring me. I had spotted him attending his classes, chatting with his friends, and going on with his normal hobbies.

It was almost as though I had never existed in his world. 

With this attention being ripped off me, I felt a sense of pitful I couldn't handle. The strings of my heart had strangled. With no attention, 

I felt abandoned. 

I was so used to this overwhelming amount of attention that it was now I realized I was worthless without this wrath of feeling special.

But I was gonna play stubborn too. If he wouldn't talk, I wouldn't talk either. 

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"Hey.." Jalen's voice mumbled through the air between us, it almost sounded as though it was a whisper.

"Hi.." I replied, the fire in me had been lit up and was beginning to reach its peak, and this peek of fire was bound to burn everything. "May I ask why you ignored me for no literal reason?"

"I ignored everyone...dunno.."

"But you had time to talk to Adrian?" 

I had spotted him multiple times with his friends, and my eyes could never betray me. 

"He just wanted answers to the homework, and that's what I did...quickly.."

"So, why did you ignore everyone again?"

"The Quidditch match and stuff...I just slept most of the time..."

Lies.Lies.Lies.

His dry and pointless answers weren't doing any better to light off the fire raging inside of me. 

"I'm sorry I should've told you in advance.."

"Look, Jalen I care about our relationship and if there is a problem why don't you communicate directly? Most things you're saying aren't adding up." I declared. "Besides, you could've lettered, you could've told me you weren't feeling well. You could've done anything! " 

My voice stung with fresh anger but I was just hurt. It was this agitation that had forced me to become enraged.

"Emerlyn, I'm really sorry, a lot of things are happening in my life and I don't want to share them, my mother starts bitching about something else which makes me not want to talk to anyone and I apologize if it seems as though, I'm just ignoring you."

The fire inside me extinguished.

It wasn't worth arguing with someone who could create a thousand lies but couldn't accept their baffling truth. 

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"If you both take his side, my worst nightmare will come true!" I had practically cried out this sentence but there were no tears.

"I dunno...he seems like he was apologizing a lot.." Mattheo replied unaware of my stinging, aching heart. 

"Mental health is hard...his emotions are sorta valid.." Tom answered avoiding eye contact to which Mattheo nodded in agreement. 

I felt mortified. My own friends had chosen his side instead of mine. 

They had chosen to defend Jalen over me. I felt betrayed.

Perhaps, I had overreacted. Feasibly, I was in such a state, I had forgotten my morals. No matter how much I told myself, the feeling of witnessing your own friends choose to defend someone who wasn't you had carved itself.

Their words had left a wound so deep in my heart, that no other words, no medicine could heal this wound. 

I felt as though I was wrong for what I felt.

I felt as though I was the villain in my own story. 

Was I really that inconsiderate?

Was I really that terrible of a person?

Such foul questions intoxicated my mind like a disease. There was no one to answer them.

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February 17th.

I had forgiven Jalen. 

I had attempted my best to sustain and flourish our relationship. To my surprise it had worked, we were doing alright. Everything was suspiciously going exceptionally well.

No, it wasn't suspicious. I was overthinking, the feeling of everything crashing down horrified me. I panicked multiple nights, thinking of the outcome of Jalen leaving me forever, those nights were teary and my thoughts were alert.

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APRIL 25.

Jalen had neglected me entirely for almost a week.

This time I wasn't going to forgive.

A/N: Things are gonna get worse, by the way, what do you think?

Do you Emerlyn was right for what she felt or was she being dramatic?

Thoughts on Jalen? (Axel.)