It seemed like one more storm on the ocean of their relationship had settled. Was it always going to be like this? Regular fights and making up? Was this what a relationship was like? Was this why a lot of her friends had always been persistent about wanting one? The movies, books and series that Kel had always seen seemed like fantasy worlds that never really existed but people mused about them, wishing for those fairy tales in their day dreams. Could those strange tales be actual truths? How could that be possible? Something about the stories always felt fake to the tough girl and even though she always felt some vague pang in her chest while watching them, those fleeting feelings were quickly pushed aside by boredom and other much more amusing things that Kel had decided were more important to occupy her time with.
Emma’s words caused the slayers features to drop some. Shrugging silently Kel battled her internal turmoil as eyes focused on a spot on the carpeted floor. She really didn’t want to talk about this though for some strange reason she felt oddly compelled. “They all have my cell number. It’s in working condition. No one’s called.” The words were released rather coldly as calloused pain became obvious. In all her attempts to ignore her hurt and anger from not a single person wondering where she was, it still lingered regardless. Eyes closed in silent agony with Emma’s wishes for Kel to make new friends. “Why bother…?” Her voice lowered slightly with eyes opening displaying the ache while remaining away from the empath’s. “Doors always close.”