Lyra switched places with the doctor as she had left the room, and her attention turned back to Emryc. His face was void of any emotion, not unusual for the half-Sephi as she took his hand into her palm and he continued to sit in stillness. "I brought cupcakes, chocolate-covered strawberries ones." she said gesturing to the box on the table beside him, but his face contorted in disgust, "Ok...I'll leave them here, have them for later." she decided brining his palm to her cheek, but he did not react, nor bothered to attempt to look in her direction. She tried feeling in the Force for something from him, but always, he was closed off. Lyra felt the worry bubble under the surface, questioning if she did something wrong, if she were interrupting him in his peace.
A new thought though popped into her mind: Did he have enough of her?
She had been coming all week...Lyra thought hard, trying to remember how things went earlier, but the memories felt like they were at the tip of her tongue as she was baffled and shocked by the sudden turn around from him. As he pulled his hand away from her, she suddenly felt shock and the doubt grew within her. Stardust exploded in her mind as she tried to navigate through the storm of feelings, it happened every time, and suddenly she wondered if this was him finally telling her to leave him be. The coldness, silent, un-reacting, "Emryc...if I am a bother, why don't you tell me?" she asked quietly out loud annoyed with his lack of response, feeling emotion swell like a dam inside, "Why don't you?!" she felt herself yell, and suddenly it would break free
"You don't say anything, you don't let me feel anything from you? And then blame me when I react!" she felt her heart pounding in her chest, tears swelling in hers, "I'm tired of this!" she heard her own words echo in her head, "After everything we've been through, I don't understand why you keep closed from me!"
Memories flew through her mind's eye, they seemed familiar, but different, as though she were looking at things in a new light. She wished to pull the good ones, but was that just illusion? A misinterpretation? Didn't they laugh together? Dance? Enjoy each other's company? Perhaps he just did pretend to, to put up with her, and now, he had no patience for her as he sat on his hospital bed. "Say something!" she yelled at him, her fingernails digging her palms as she closed her fists tightly, her body tensing in her anger and pain, the one thing she seemed to understand the best. He did not understand her pain, nor care, nor bothered. So why did she bother? Why did she keep coming back? For him? The pain and emotions ravaged through her mind and body, "FINE!" she shouted and pointed at him, even though she knew he couldn't see.
"Then be in your solitude! I won't be a bother, in fact, you don't have to worry about feeling anything from me ever!" she continued, the room shaking with the rage that flowed from her. What made it worse was his indifference, lack of response, "You're a coward, Emryc Thorne!"
Still nothing from him, as expected, and now she wanted nothing from him, the cords of their bond fraying and splintering as she turned away from him, looking at the door. She felt a tear escape from her eye and she wiped her cheek quickly, reaching for the door to get as far away as possible from him.
@Orbit