Crying fits.

"What...she loves you?! Just like that? And you?! You love her? What the fuck has been going on when I'm not there?! Because when we're altogether she sure doesn't feel loving. Lusting? Sure. She gets off on fucking a has been like me and a cool geek girl like you, or at least she used to. So when did she fall in love with you?!" Cindi screams, and certainly not coldly. No, she's white hot and raging, and you can't seem to calm her since you shared your relationship update with her.

Emma has been quiet this entire time, and suddenly, surprising everyone including herself, she sticks up for you. "That's not fair, Cindi. You went into this knowing Vanessa had feelings for Ella. Ella was the only one that didn't see this coming, so don't blame them. Like, should I be offended that you didn't care that I got another girlfriend but now that Ella does, it's all the sudden a problem?" You can all hear the hurt in Emma's voice as things get increasingly tangled.

"I'm not in love with Maggie! I'm in love with you, you fucking bimbo! You being happy with someone else doesn't hurt me because you are happy with me when we're together! How am I supposed to be happy for Ella?! I love Vanessa! I am fucking in love with her! And she doesn't want me! Either because I am still too closed off and controlling or because I shared too much and she can see how dogshit my soul is!" Cindi is raving at this point, spittle flying from her lips and rivulets of tears rushing down her face. You can't think of anything to say that will calm her fire, but it is killing you to see it eat away at her.

Unfortunately, Emma is not at a loss for words, "There it is! Right fucking there! I'm too stupid to really love you, right?! I'm like totes magotes too bimbo brainless to love you. You just fooled me because you're so smart and cool. Ella doesn't really love you either, they're just too naive to realise it. Fuck you! I see you Cindi, and your soul isn't dogshit, it's a kicked fucking puppy! But if you don't give it some air and some affection, it really will end up a carcass!" The air is heavy and stagnant. Cindi looks like she's trying to work razor blades out of her throat. The Countess of Cool called out by a commoner, looking terrified of what she is about to say and the damage it will do, but not able to keep the razors inside a second longer.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a revelation?! Yes, you are too stupid to know better. Your healthiest relationships to date are with me, an abusive, withholding cunt...a dweeb with daddy issues that literally can't cum if you don't devastate her, and your actually biological twin brother. I should be arrested for even letting you see me naked because you are so developmentally delayed, it's fucking child ****!" Cindi is practically spitting on your sister and yet somehow, they don't come to blows. Instead, Emma just walks out of the room...out of Cindi's empty mansion...out of your triad...out of your lives, maybe forever.

She turns to you, running on fumes but still burning up. "If you've got a romantic save the day speech stored away, you can just shove it up your ass. You just stood there. Just stood there after stabbing me in the heart...and just...watched me bleed out. Was I ever that cruel to you? Fuck...I probably was. Well huzzah, Ella, it's the **** of the nerds. Loving you cost me everything. My friends, my status, Hell probably my inheritance if I can ever coordinate time on my schedule to come out to my parents. None of these things mattered until I lost you too. You want to see the part of me I kept closed off. Here she is. A sobbing spoiled slut that drove away the only people that ever saw her, because she's not as cool and open minded she pretended to be. Vanessa's good for you. Better than I would be. Just...don't ask me to care about you anymore."

You leave her to her anguish, without even an opening line written for your save the day speech and everything feeling irretrievably lost anyway. You make your way outside, but Emma has already taken the car and fled. You wonder what you will say when you see your sister again, and hate yourself for hoping you don't see her soon. It reminds you of a bad joke you once heard...

What did the man say as he fell off the skyscraper?

So far so good...

So far so good...

So far so good...

SPLAT

It doesn't matter how you fall.

What matters is how you land.