He knew the right thing to do was to tell her that she was wrong, that she was welcome and he was glad that she came. It warmed Thomas' heart to know that someone out there cared for him enough to make this trip, to want to make him happy, but maybe he hadn't grown as much as he thought he had in this past year. He couldn't get over the desperate need to be alone with his thoughts and his problems, he couldn't get over the idea that maybe he'd been allowing himself to remain blissfully ignorant of some relationship issues he still had while under the gaze of this lovely girlfriend of his.
"It's not you..." he tried to start, but that felt cheap and foolish. Thomas pressed his hands to his eyes, wondering if whatever he'd been spiked with on New Year's Eve was still in his system. How could he be less than thrilled that his girlfriend had crossed the continent to watch him play quidditch? That meant something! That should have meant more than the crappy emotions he was feeling! Why wasn't he overwhelmed with joy? He was overwhelmed, for sure, but not in the way he should be.
"I'm obviously terrible at these types of things and----just because I need some time...to myself, doesn't mean that you can't...your friends are here so---I mean, if you don't want to stay then I'll---help you...get back." Defeated, Thomas shut his eyes and shook his head. He was the absolute worst and had no sense of courage to push through this. A Ravenclaw should not be allowed to question every aspect of his life when in a foreign country, and it should be a universal rule not to surprise one when doing so. It sent their entire world off its axis and unable to right itself.
"I just need some time, I'm sorry it had to be like this."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
