#emily1

It wasn’t often that someone earned a triple take from Morty. The first look was a standard passing glance, the second because he realized how drop dead gorgeous the woman was and needed another peek, and the third because his brain only processed how familiar her face was after that second glance. He finally stopped short, assessing, before deciding she didn’t look too busy or too introverted to be bothered by a random stranger—which was totally something one could tell at a (third) glance.

“Hi! Gosh, sorry if this sounds weird, but you look just like this old actress—” Morty caught how that might sound as it left his mouth and cleared it up immediately, “Not old like old, but from a long time ago. This beautiful actress from the early nineteen-hundreds; she's kind of legendary.” He didn’t expect the woman to actually know about such an outdated cultural reference, but the legend surrounding Emily Merrimack wasn’t obscure to him, so he assumed it would be just as interesting to a passerby on the street who bore a striking resemblance to the long-dead thespian. It was a deep cut to be sure, but wouldn't you like to know your celebrity lookalike, even if they were long dead?

He hadn't been sure what to expect out of today, but it certainly wasn't this... All his friends had been fully supportive in Victor's actions, had hyped him up enough for him to think that there was no way of screwing this up. And yet, he still felt like a fool.

She was married. Victoria was married. Still, Victor didn't lose hope entirely with that in mind. His main goal had been to prevent Victoria from getting hurt and, they somehow did succeed in that. Only, Victoria had to marry someone else to accomplish this.... She had found a way to escape, and it wasn't with him.

He had done his best to hide the heartbreak he was feeling, though it was impossible to hide his shock. The more he thought it over as he wandered the nearby woods though, the more his heart grew heavy. He thought he was fighting for Victoria, for her love, but maybe he had been right all long about it being a lost cause. Really, this day couldn't get any worse. He couldn't bother to show his face to his friends and family yet, not ready to face any of them. Instead, he continued to wander the woods, thinking about how beautiful Victoria looked despite the outcome of the wedding.

Vic stuck his hand in his pocket, remembering the special gift he had initially brought for Victoria — a ring, one that had belonged to his grandmother. It wasn't for a marriage proposal, of course, but to show her how much she meant to him. He had forgotten all about it once he heard the news, and now he was alone, the cold ring resting in his palm.

"It really shouldn't be that difficult," Victor shook his head as he stared at the ring. Surely, he was crazy now — talking to himself in the middle of nowhere, but in a strange, comforting way, he didn't really feel alone. "Victoria, I'm in love with you..." he repeated, just as he had said in front of everyone at the altar. "I've always loved you..." he continued, twirling the ring in his hand as he stepped forward, noticing a branch close-by that somewhat resembled a hand. He thought about what could have been, what could have been different had he been honest sooner. As he stared at the branch in front of him, he thought about love — how even if you did all that you could, sometimes it still wasn't enough... Yet, Victor could still dream, imagining the hand in front of him did belong to his love, a love who would love him back, for his flaws and all.

Trusty was walking the streets of New York City, after visiting Tien for a while, wanting to catch up with her after the year that had passed since their school had gone up in flames. It was good to see her again, and just talk to someone familiar in the city for a bit. Even though they hadn’t talked about anything too serious, it was nice to ease back into their friendship. 

After Walt, Trusty had gone back to Texas to try and find his twin. He was miserable without him, and it was time to find him after him being MIA for over a year. He did eventually find him, and after a long time of argument and resentment, they had reconciled, and slipped back into their new routine quite comfortably. It was nice to finally have their whole family back together again, but Trusty knew that there was a part of him that still wasn’t fully content with where he was. 

So, after months of thinking, he realized that he needed to go back to New York. He knew that Tien was there and knew that he could start a good, new life there. His family was upset at first, but was happy for him and the fact that he was wanting to make something more out of his life than just farming in a small town in Texas.

Trusty missed Emily with all of his heart, and was broken when he realized that they would have to go their separate ways to pursue what they both needed to do. He still talked to her on the phone and texted her regularly, but without her physically being with him it still wasn’t the same. 

Alicia had a few crappy days all since the incident at the formal. She still felt like the biggest idiot in the world and hated herself for being so stupid. She had been in her room most of the days, though the weather had been nice, sitting over her scrapbook and doodling as much as she could. Trying to distract herself from the fact that she had actually kissed her English teacher. How stupid can someone be? But he had been so nice and he always listened. Yes, it was stupid. She felt embarrassed and wanted to cry the whole day. jUst hiding inside and never come out again. She had barely talked to someone and didn't feel like eating at all. Her heart had been crushed with his reaction. She went through some pages of her scrapbook and found a page where she had all written over 'Mrs. Alicia Baker'. God, she was pathetic. She closed the scrapbook and took a look in the mirror. Her locks were kind of messy though she wouldn't change them now, she should get herself out of the things she wore though.

Jenn looked inside of the gym before locking it. Some girls were still in the changing rooms, but they should have left soon. She went into her own changing room and put back on her black jeans and her mistyrose blouse. She just bought it some days ago when it was really hot, but today it was raining so it was perfect. She got all her stuff together in her bag and checked herself in the mirror before leaving her changing room and locking it behind her. She had quite a bad hair day today, so she decided to put it together in a pony tail, but beside of this she looked just fine. On the hallway she said good-bye to the last few girls and checked and locked the changing room as well. The school was probably completely empty now in the part where she was. Sometimes it was quite creepy being here that late, but she was used to it.

It had been a long day already and Brian wished it was over and done with. Not because he'd had to go to work but because he had barely slept a wink all of last night. Maybe he was taking too many pills to knock himself out each night and was becoming too used to them. Whatever the reason, it had been a rough one. Alison DeLuca's face had haunted him half the night and he had paced his apartment in distress. He was doing better, he really was, and he was completely cleared for duty. It was just at night, when he was alone and had nothing to do but lie in the dark, that the noise of the gunshot ricocheted through his mind and Alison's face swam before his eyes. The pills helped. It was easier to knock himself out when he went to bed and then get up in the morning and dive straight into his routine. He wouldn't think about it then. He could sometimes go many days without thinking about it, so long as he stuck to the routine, but he was aware that it was still there in the back of his mind.