Even Gemma Castor couldn't have predicted just how much a single person was able to affect her. Just a few smiles and hugs and compliments later, Shiro had her head over heels, only to discard her to the side for some punk hussy with a thing for blood. Everything was normal before that girl--but ever since Shiro started seeing her, they were just acting weird. Really weird. Gemma was concerned, but with the horrible pressure on her chest and the knot in her throat, she wondered if she even should be.
Maybe she'd just been played. Maybe Shiro had never really been her friend in the first place. Whenever that thought came up, the knot in her throat only grew thicker. She didn't want to believe that, never in a million years...but who was the real fool here?
Gemma was lost in thought from the moment she and Ezra's puppet left the community center. She wandered almost aimlessly, misty eyes not really looking at anything as she pondered her situation. It was almost a miracle that they managed to arrive at the cafe she mentioned in one piece; her feet knew just where to carry her.
A server dressed in a maid's outfit greeted them, and after a soft few words, Gemma and Ezra('s puppet) were sitting at a lovely little table in the back of the cafe. The interior decorating felt almost too cheery for how absolutely deplorable Gemma felt, but being here always managed to cheer her up even just a little bit.
She drew little shapes into the red plaid tablecloth as she thought about what to say. "I..." She paused, swallowing with brows furrowed. Her words were slow as she tried to keep her voice from shaking. "I'm not okay...I don't know what to do."