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Maisy Marcus (middlem) wrote in darkdividerpg,

Her heart stopped and all the color drained from her face. She didn't fight Max, she was too stunned to do so. Her fault. Of course it was her fault. It was always her fault. There was a choked sob, and then nothing more as she walked out of his office, out of the bar, and out to her car. She left without a word to anyone, and didn't intend on coming back. Her entire found family was furious with her, and she'd almost killed someone she loved. She gave Eli a watery look and a quivering smile, happy face despite the tension, but she knew that this was it.

"It's okay, Eli. I'll just go. Just feel better. I hope you find the dog you're looking for. I really think you do need one now."

She left the office, crumbling piece by piece with every step she took.
She knew it had been too good to be true. She knew all of it would have to come crashing down at some point. She just hadn't expected it to go like this, as a happening of her own making. She should have. She knew better. She remembered now why she avoided these things. She sucked at them. Max was right. Eli would be better off without Emma around. She wasn't going to fight him on that. She'd leave because it was what was best for Eli. He deserved nothing but the best. She didn't fit into that picture.

She had no idea if she had a job to come back to, but somehow she doubted it. She wasn't good enough to keep that, either. She'd have to find out some way to make ends meet if she wanted to keep her apartment, and keep the dogs content. She was going to have to scramble fast to find another income. She didn't think she'd ever be able to go back to the bar, anyways. She'd never feel welcomed, and she'd be haunted by what she did every time she stepped out into the alley.