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.
She blinks at him, puzzled. “Other w — ?” Then she shakes her head, dismissing it. Looking down at her hands, she swallows hard, and says, “I’m — I think I’m in love with him.”
Nevermind, he waves it off, making a mental note to explain some other day. Okay. Do you know if he feels the same way about you or not? he asks softly.
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 — ?”