from her past (Emmet's side)

From her past

“If that is the case you will have to think of a way to make it right.” Esmee smiled slapping me gently on the leg and getting to her feet as the clock on the wall caught her attention.

“Do you think they are any closer to perfecting the time machine yet?” I groaned trying to wipe the tears out of my clogged up eyes before she caught sight of them. My tears hurt her the same as her’s hurt me and I had no business hurting her, even more so after what happened last night.

“Every one of us makes mistakes Emmet, we all go into each day not having a clue what will happen or weather we will be able to deal with what is thrown at us and guess what we all fall on are faces now and again. It’s not about the mistakes we make; it about how we put them right.” She smiled again trying to cover a wince as her jeans moved over the tops of her legs. They where causing her more trouble then she would ever let on.

“You have been in there Esmee as a patient how is she feeling right now?”

“How am I meant to know, I’m not her, she won’t be felling the same as I did when I was in there.”

“Then tell me how you felt?” I begged

“Completely terrified and completely alone; like no one in the world cared.” Esmee said her voice stiff with sadness as her eyes glazed over for a moment she was back in that room, alone and cold, feeling like no one cared.

“Esmee I’m sorry.” I said softly crossing the room and putting my hand on her shoulder making the flash back retreat into her past and her eyes become alive again. I always asked too much of her and regretted it every time I took her experience for granted and called upon it to help me out however I always seemed to do it.

“it’s OK Emmet, if I can help be reliving it that makes it worth while and as I said Mi isn’t me so I can’t tell you what she is feeling, but I felt so alone in there, and so scared, she needs someone in there with her and yes she will probably swear and rant at you but it’s just because she’s angry as well as sad and that’s hard to understand. In short it’s a storm, weather it with her Emmet,” Esmee said gently wiping the solitary tear off of the side of her cheek before smiling warmly at me again making it feel like the light had been aloud back into the room,

“I have to go; I got obs and you know what to do Em; if any one can help her it’s you.”