The Silence Will Set Her Free: A New Perspective || Mason&Emerson

justemersongoldsworthy:

“Wrong.” Emerson finished his sentence for him morosely. She stayed frozen in her spot on the opposite edge of Mason’s bed. He thinks I’m a fuck up; just like everyone else. She pushed her dark hair out of her face nervously, feeling her piercing blue eyes well up with tears. You’re too pretty for your own good; that’s why you destroy everything you touch. Those words haunted Emerson to her very core. She wouldn’t cry; she would not show weakness. Emerson was so sure that this was something that she couldn’t destroy even if she tried; but apparently she was wrong about this too. She looked away from Mason, her dark locks falling back into her face, “I don’t know what came over me.” She spoke quietly, but that was a lie, a huge lie. Emerson wasn’t only lying to Mason, she was lying to herself; she had been for years now. Mason was the closest thing Emerson had to being… well… close. For years Emerson denied having any feelings at all, in fear of getting hurt again, but she only repressed them. And she thought Mason might have wanted this too. She took a shaky inhale of breath, filling the uncomfortable void the silence set on the two of them, “I think I should go.” Emerson spoke quietly, avoiding looking at her best friend. She got up off of the bed and she fumbled with the strap on her bag. Her bag was open and some of the contents spilled out. Frustratedly, the thin girl fell to her knees, her life was in a mess and she had been strong for far too long.

"No, don’t!" Mason exclaimed, as Emerson began hastily stuffing the contents of her bag back inside. The assorted clothes and toiletries refused to comply, spilling back out onto the floor over and over again. Emerson knelt down beside her and reached out, touching her arm just below the shoulder. She didn’t look up to meet his gaze, instead continuing in her futile attempt to order the chaos on the carpet. "It wasn’t wrong, it…" Mason froze, for the briefest of moments, and then like a damn finally bursting after countless years of erosion, it all came out. This had been a long time coming. "It’s just not right, right now.  I have, and have had, feelings for you on some level for so long now, but I knew… well thought, that it was never gonna happen. So I set it aside, I could still see you as a friend, so why would I ever want to lose that? But now… if whatever motivated you to… to kiss me, is real… I just don’t know if this is you right now." Though she had stopped trying to pack, he couldn’t be sure if she was listening as she hadn’t looked up. And yet he continued regardless, for some things have to be said. "You’ve been put through a lot recently, with Skylar, and I… I want to make sure you want this. Whatever ‘this’ could be. I want you to want it but…" He trailed off, uncertain of how to end it. Uncertain of what compelled him to say all of that. Uncertain of everything. He knelt in the cooling silence and waited for her response.

26 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 10 notes

lolsk:

Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, Van Gogh 1886

lolsk:

Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, Van Gogh 1886

26 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from poutineburger with 15 notes

"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong?’ Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’"

Charles M. Schulz  (via corona-borealis)

26 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from whiskeyandcranberryjuice with 111 notes

The Silence Will Set Her Free: A New Perspective || Mason&Emerson

justemersongoldsworthy:

Mason was right, he usually was, Emerson didn’t go to see him for that reason. Her blue gaze faltered for a moment, feeling slightly less confident in herself. Silently, Emerson moved to sit next to Mason, still keeping her eyes on his. She shrugged off her backpack and set it on the floor on her way down. And after a moment, that’s when the dark haired girl leaned over, placed a gentle palm on the side of Mason’s neck, and kissed him. Suddenly, she realized what she had done, opened her blue eyes wide, and pulled back, she literally had no words. Her mind was racing a mile a minute and Emerson had no idea why she just did that. Sure, it felt nice, really really nice, and they have done more before, but this time felt different. Different like, Emerson’s feelings were in it. Or maybe she was still tripping. Who knows?

Mason’s eyes widened, and he felt his breath catch as Emerson retreated.”Em, what… where, where did that come from?”, his voice shook. Something was different now, in what way, good or bad, he couldn’t say. He just knew that things could never, ever, return to normal again. Sure, he and Emerson had fooled around before but this was different, this was completely different. He could still feel her on his lips, still taste her. Cigarette’s and sugar, a darkly sweet taste, not bad yet also not good. A uniquely nuanced and complex flavor, a living flavor. A shiver broke him from his revere, and thrust him back into the situation before him. “I… no Em, it’s… not right but… we can’t… we shouldn’t… you’re… I don’t know, goddamn I don’t know.” He couldn’t collect enough thoughts together to form a coherent sentence. Everything was just so much dust, floating through a vacuum. He attempted to speak: “It wasn’t wrong it was… just…” But he was lost for words.

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 10 notes

The Silence Will Set Her Free: A New Perspective || Mason&Emerson

justemersongoldsworthy:

To anyone else, the things Mason just said probably would have talked her down from getting upset. Emerson Goldsworthy was an exception; this just made her angry. Her blue eyes turned to slits, her hands balled into fists, and she took a step away from her friend before she did something she would regret later. “Maybe I don’t know what to say.” She seethed, and thought about just walking out, but Mason would chase after her, as he always did, and Emerson really didn’t want to wake up his family. The Novak’s liked her, she wasn’t about to ruin that if she had anything to do with it.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, but could do little to correct it, Mason sat down sharply on his bed and brought his right hand up and through his disheveled hair. “Look, you know I terrible in situations like… this” he quietly spoke, “But I don’t think you came to sit in silence right?” Mason looked up, his eyes meeting hers. “I just want to help, so tell me what you need.”

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 10 notes

Fuck it.

justemersongoldsworthy:

masonnovak:

justemersongoldsworthy:

masonnovak:

Because there’s a lot to care about.

Oh.

Yeah. There are always things worth caring about. And when sometimes those things leave, new ones come along.

Who are you?

I’m Mason Novak, pleased to make your acquaintance. But no really, I get that things are shit, and I won’t deny that. But not everything is, and that makes it worth not giving up on.

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 18 notes

Fuck it.

justemersongoldsworthy:

masonnovak:

Because there’s a lot to care about.

Oh.

Yeah. There are always things worth caring about. And when sometimes those things leave, new ones come along.

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 18 notes

mahy:

cigarette

mahy:

cigarette

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from asteroidesmuertos with 69 notes

Fuck it.

justemersongoldsworthy:

masonnovak:

justemersongoldsworthy:

I don’t care anymore.

Why?

Why not?

Because there’s a lot to care about.

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 18 notes

Fuck it.

justemersongoldsworthy:

I don’t care anymore.

Why?

25 Apr 2012 / Reblogged from justemersongoldsworthy with 18 notes