“Okay, you’re more doubtful than I am,” Tara grimaced, shifting the box in her arms. Something chinked. Probably her fandom mugs. Sky Alton Writer, Gryffindor “Are you sure about this?” Emily asked.
“No. But let’s get out of here before I change my mind.” Tara hugged the box to her chest and held the door open with a hip. Emily looked around the office and weighed a half finished memo block in her hand. “Okay, you’re more doubtful than I am,” Tara grimaced, shifting the box in her arms. Something chinked. Probably her fandom mugs. “I just want to be sure you’ve thought this through.” “I’ve been saying ‘I should quit’ for a year and a half.” “But you’ve been saying how much you love this place for as long,” Emily sighed, chewing on the side of her hand. “Don’t do that,” Tara snapped. She glanced around at the office. Now all her posters were down, it looked very forlorn. It was hard to believe she wouldn’t be coming in on Monday, wouldn’t be sitting in that chair, wouldn’t be continuing the work on her project. Her pulse beat faster when she thought about that. It broke her heart to leave it unfinished. But the thought of the endless stream of ones to follow had nearly broken her in a different way. Even doing what you loved for a cause you loved wasn’t enough when you got no help and ended up doing the work of five people. She still had her doubts, of course. The inescapable feeling that she’d landed herself here. What if she’d made more noise about it? What if she’d fought harder? What if she’d been more honest about how much she was struggling? She closed her eyes. Giving up her dream role (the one that had and still did mean the world) was either the bravest or most stupid thing she’d ever done. And she really wasn’t sure she wanted to face the coming months when it would become obvious which it was. “Are you sure just clearing out your desk and leaving your boss a note saying ‘byeee’ is the best way to leave?” Emily voiced another of the questions that were bugging her, “People might be mad.” “If I don’t do it like this, I won’t do it at all.” Besides, there was a tiny, very dishonourable part of her that wanted people to realise what happened when you pushed her too far. She was trying not to listen to it. “It’s nobody’s fault, not really. But when all is said and done, I have to think about me and how I want to spend however much time I have left.” “Well, I can’t argue with that,” Emily sighed, walking out in front of her. Tara glanced back into the office and tried to think of all the things she’d done, rather than the ones she hadn’t. Balancing the box, she reached back and flicked off the light.
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