Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bridget didn't know what was happening. He hugged her. He brought them close together. It only made sense that he would be the one to reopen the chasm between them. She felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Her breath wasn't coming regularly, and she watched him, dumbfounded. A voice screamed in her ear. Go after him! But that could have been her pounding heart or the wind. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. It all felt wrong and broken, but she couldn't react.
When he turned and began to walk away from her, anger boiled up in Bridget. "No." Her voice was hoarse, like she'd been screaming for hours though it was the first thing she'd managed to say for several minutes. "No," she said louder. She was on her feet in a flash and she made it around Godric. She planted her feet a few inches apart, subconsciously taking the fighting position her brothers had shown her. She glared up at Godric Gryffindor, life and fire burning in her blue eyes. She silently dared him to try to pass her. "I never spoke words of love, Godric. I wrote that I could fall in love with you, but you are the one who thinks I am already there." She poked him in the chest. "You.." She growled and threw her hands in the air.
Bridget's chest heaved with each ragged breath. She felt like she'd just run the 500k in thirty seconds. "You start shite with looks and small touches. You probably don't know you're fecking doing it, but you look at me like some kid who just learned that Santa is real. You keep me at arm's length, then pull me in during...what? Moments of weakness?" She stepped towards him until she had to go up on her toes to keep from craning her neck too far. "I am not a test of your will, Godric Gryffindor," she said in her thick brogue. "And you wouldn't struggle so much with yourself if part of you didn't want me to be her."
Grinding her teeth to keep the tears at bay, Bridget stepped back suddenly. "You don't get to walk away from me," she told him, her head held proudly. "You don't get to look at me like you want me one moment, then like you despise and curse my very existence the next." She took a steadying breath, determined not to cry out of frustration and disappointment. "You get to watch me leave. You get to sit dumbfounded and hurt, because I am not a test, and you can't just tease my emotions like that." With the tears brimming her eyes, Bridget turned and began walking way. She didn't pause to look back. She didn't want to see what he thought, if he struggled with following her. She made herself walk tall and proud, though her heart felt like it was breaking.