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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

Michael was fairly certain he was about to lose it again and this time it would not be because Lavender had said the 'L' word, but because she just would not stop being so impossible. He was getting to the point where he just couldn't take it anymore and no matter what he said to her, she just didn't listen to him. He never got through to her and likely he never would and it was killing him because he cared so much about her, but she just wouldn't stop. And he started to wonder if maybe she was too far beyond any help he could offer and maybe he should consider getting her to see someone professional, but he really didn't want to have to do that to her but so far everything he'd tried didn't work.

He stood up again, because his temper was rising and he didn't need to be sitting next to her when it was. He should have known better than to let her go see Trelawney. That stupid old hack was only making things worse for her. He was reaching his limit and he felt waves breaking inside of him, threatening to crash right through him. "Lavender," Michael managed to say, but his voice was weak and he wasn't looking at her just then and when he felt tears begin to sting his eyes it made him angry that he wasn't keeping it together like he needed to so he did the only thing he could think of - he slammed his newly bandaged fist against the wall again.

This seemed to be what he needed to wake up and he found himself on his knees at Lavender's feet, looking up at her. "I can't do this anymore, Lav. I can't keep listening to you say these things - it's killing me." He had tears in his eyes and maybe that was from the pain in his hand or from before that, but it didn't really matter which. "You can't tell me that you care so much about me and keep telling me this shite. You never listen to me no matter what I say - it's exhausting." Michael put his head down into her lap, because he was tired, not physically, but mentally exhausted of doing this dance with her.