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[img]http://i.giphy.com/9Z7NCbCgQizw4.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimm H.S.: Outside >> Coach's Office
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Marc[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea][/center][hr]
	She felt the warmth of Marc surrounding her and it only made her want to scream but she was so upset at everything that her throat felt as though it were practically closed over on itself. She was surprised that she could still even breathe. He was holding her much tighter than she ever remembered him holding her all those years ago. She wanted to question him but her brain couldn't thread the words together, instead she fell into his body and let him support her right then. It was all she could do so she might as well do it.

	Her thoughts drifted to her work and then she realised that she was out in public and needed to get herself together but... she couldn't. That is when she felt Marc lifting her into his arms and she could do nothing but blink rapidly in confusion as he carried into the gym hall through the more subtle side door and brought her into the coach's office away from the others in the gym hall and out of the public eye. 

	Marc moved them both onto the sofa and she curled her legs up underneath herself as she moulded her body into the side of him. Her head resting on his chest as her left arm slipped around his waist to hold him tightly and her right hand gripped the front of his vest as she cried into him. Minutes passed with no noise beyond Ashley's sobs and whimpers. Eventually they became less frequent and her throat didn't seem so tight. Ash looked up to Marc's face and pursed her lips as she sat upright, her hands smoothing down her hair and dabbing at the mascara running down her cheeks. 

	Glancing down at her fingertips, Ashley huffed a little and looked to Marc. [color=crimson]"So much for being waterproof..."[/color] Her attempts at mild humour to break the silence was probably in poor taste but she had to do something to stop herself from crying. She knew Atlas was an ass, but he could be really sweet too... Sure she hadn't spoken to him in almost a decade but she had cared for him deeply when they were together even if they weren't the best fit as a couple. Glancing around, Ash tried to find her purse but couldn't see it anywhere. 

	[color=crimson]"Shit... my purse. I threw it outside. Marc, c-could you... could you please get it for me? I don't think I can handle going out there looking like this..."[/color] She knew she owed him an apology for breaking down on him but she didn't want him to not take her seriously because she looked a complete and utter mess. Plus her phone was in her purse and if anyone in the media found it they'd do whatever they had to in order to get inside of it. She shouldn't have thrown it away but with everything... she had been dumb. Her face fell as she realised she had accused Marc of playing a prank on her and she winced internally. She definitely owed him an apology...[hr]