she hadn’t meant for this to escalate so quickly. all esme wanted to do was talk to him, get ahold of him ---- this wasn’t the sami she knew so well. for heaven’s sake, it wasn’t the sami she LOVED. && that hurt. her throat was already tightening; each word was a sharp jab in her heart. && oh, how FRAGILE that heart could be, despite everything. to see his face, his eyes devoid of warmth && tenderness ---- her own countenance began to quiver. she couldn’t help herself. tears threatened to push out, though she attempted to keep them at bay.
“sami, i----” she takes a breath, unsure of what to say. she just needs to change his mind. “you know me. you know i -- i --- oh please, sami, you know i care about you! i would never do anything to hurt you!” or anyone else, for that matter. ( it’s why she’s criminally easy to take advantage of, at times. ) her voice begins to raise out of sheer desperation. “after how long we’ve known each other, do you really think.... really think i... don’t care?” her expression conveys nothing short of a wounded animal. she knows he’s in there somewhere, that the sami she’s familiar with is hidden inside his heart --- he HAS to be. otherwise, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.