Merlin shoves his spell book under his pillow in a panic and relaxes as he sees Summer in the doorway. He nods and gestures for her to come in. Are you alright? You seem a bit… off.
Twisting her hands together, shoulders hunched around her ears, she nods. “He said it, and I — oh god — I didn’t know what to say, I just stared at him, because I just — I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I knew it, I knew he meant it, but I — and then he just … he said his feelings weren’t returned and walked away and I … ” Her voice chokes off, and she sniffs. “I don’t know what to do,” she says, very small.
I think you need to find him and tell him how you feel. He moves to sit beside her and wraps his arm around her shoulders. It sounds like this is just a misunderstanding. It can be easily fixed.
She shakes her head, convulsively. “I can’t. I can’t do that. I sent — I sent to ask if he, if I could see him this morning, and he — there was no answer. Nothing at all. I can’t — maybe … would you — ?”
Do you want me to go talk to him? he half-asks, half-offers. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to do much, but if that’s what Summer is asking of him, he’s willing to try.
“Please?” she says pitifully. “Tell him I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt him — I love him, I do, Merlin, I can’t — ” She starts to cry in earnest, muffling sobs into her hands.