Why do I think Diana Barry is a lesbian ?
First of all, I'd like to note that I totally understand if anyone disagrees. What will follow is solely my very personal interpretation of Diana's character arc. Also, this only applies to the "Anne with an E" version of the character, I have never seen any other adaptation so I can't speak for it.
Diana is a young girl who's been raised in a rural and conservative environment. Even though her family is rich and gave her an education, the very fact of her living in the countryside has forbidden her have an open perspective on the world. Until Anne arrives in her life, she knows no better than what her family, church and conservative neighbors taught her. Throughout the seasons, her character is developed around the journey she takes to break from that pattern. Step by step, she lifts the veil that was tied before her eyes, proving that despite her "perfect daughter to become perfect spouse" appearance, she is, in fact, different. She's different from what was planned for her, but she's also different from the people of Avonlea. Her perspective and dreams are.
Her difference is already implied at the core of her character. Have you ever noticed how she is the only character (or almost) with a non-christian name ? Now, I know, this is reaching, I promise that I have more solid arguments for later, but hear me out on this one. I could list an enormous enumeration of names from that show that have christian roots (Anne, Matthew, Mary, Sebastian etc.). While this difference is never addressed in AWAE, it is in the first book, by Matthew. I won't have the quote right because I own the books in french so let me resume it. Matthew tells Anne about Diana when she first arrives in Avonlea. Anne gasps because she thinks Diana has a beautiful name. Matthew later on complains on it non being christian and that her parents better have named her Jane or something. She was named that way because the Barrys hosted a professor by the time of her birth. Eventually, they let him name their newborn for some reason. So, he choose "Diana", which is inspired by the roman goddess "Diane". Firstly, I think this can be interpreted as a sign her path isn't traditional education, intended by her parents who wants to send her to Paris but rather an actual education, which she'll choose by attending college. Moreover, we can go further by acknowledging that a named inspired by Diane says a lot too. Diane is the goddess of hunt, and protector of young women (in other words virginity). Diane's entourage was strictly feminine, men weren't allowed. Now, some people assume that Diane and her companions were in fact sapphics. Anyway, Diane is the symbol of independents women who don't require men to live to the fullest.
After some subtext, we now can lean on the actual events of the show.
As we previously established, Diana is, at the beginning of the show, still oblivious of the outside world and as Anne would say, the possibilities. Her very first breakthrough is the first encounter between she and Anne.
Anne is a free-thinker. Her only education she ever had is from the books she read and her own imagination. That makes her this very unique character full of open-mindedness and creativity. This is the first time Diana met someone so different from what she knows.
I'd like to focus on that one scene in the 03x01 episode when Anne makes Diana swear solemnly on their friendship. When Anne first come up with the idea, Diana is firmly closed because she's been taught by her religious background that swearing is a sin. Anne, who has always known the term "swearing" trough literature, proceeds to explain Diana what it means to her, and how beautiful that is.
"Shall we swear we’ll be best friends, for ever and ever ? (...) - Let’s imagine that it’s night time and that this path is a stream. Hold this. Twist your finger around mine (...) I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend Diana Barry for as long as the sun and the moon shine”
This quote speaks for itself on how magnificent that scene was. Anyway. This moment is immensely important for Diana. It is also for Anne, but from her perspective, she sees it more as an occasion to live in her fantasy world full of poetry. For Diana, it represents the beginning of her change and growth. She opened her mind about something she thought was immoral, only to find out it's actually beautiful. At this moment, we can see in her eyes that she's falling in love. Not necessarily with Anne but with her freedom. This is the realization that she could be way more.
“I could never love anyone as I love you Anne - Wait, you love me ? - Off course I do (...) - I thought you liked me of course, but I’ve never hoped you loved me - I love you devotedly Anne” - (1x5)
Diana directly confess her love for Anne. Of course, it is displayed as a platonic love, and it probably is for Anne, but I just want to slid it in there.
Now, let's dive in, as I call it, the "Party at aunt Joséphine/homophobia" arc. Again, there is this display of the duality between what she's intended to be and what she could be at the beginning, when she meets this famous pianist who recommend her to start a career as a musician. Diana seems almost offended because playing piano other than for recreational purposes was never a possibility for her. Then, she founds herself surrounded by a diversity of people (queer people, independent woman etc.) before learning that her aunt was, in fact, a lesbian. Then the internalized homophobia knocks in and Diana is very upset. She feels kind of betrayed by the truth, to find out that the world is wider than she knew it to be.
This series of events leads to this very emotional scene between Cole and Diana. While Diana stands firmly that same sex relationships are wrong, Cole gives her the most adorable speech. I'll let his words speaks for me :
“If your aunt lived her life feeling something was wrong with her, that she was...broken, defective, or unnatural...then one day, she met someone that made her realize that wasn’t true, there was nothing wrong with her and she was fine. Shouldn’t we be happy for her ? - I think it’s spectacular”
Does that rings any bells ? I'm not gonna over-explaining this. Diana basically discovers that omg gay people exists !!! And that it's not inherently a bad thing.
It is time to dismantle the Jerry allegations.
This "romance" takes place at the very fateful moment of Diana character arc, when she have to choose between 2 futures. The one her parents decided, and the one she truly wants, alongside with aunt Jo and Anne.
First thing about teenagers who plans to go against their parents for the first time, is that they'll try to experience rebellious acts in a smaller scale, to know how it feels. This is exactly what Diana did with Jerry. He is the closest boy she knows while being the only one her parents don't know about. She wants to feel forbidden love, but, she soon finds out that she doesn't feel anything for Jerry. There is no passion, she is not intellectually triggered with him neither. After realizing that, she ditch him pretty rudely. She knows she was wrong from the beginning and that all this just wasn't for her.
Finally, Diana reaches the acceptation of who she is by the end of the third season. She knows what she wants and got to finally attend to Queen's college after secretly taking the exams.
This represents her embracing being different. She choose to go against traditional ways. She choose to get an education, despite the remonstrances from her family. This is the end of her journey to find herself and the beginning of a new one where she can fully be herself.
I see this development as a really accurate parallel with the lesbian experience. Of course, you're free to see it as it is stated in the show. I just want to share :)
I doubt anyone read this until the end but, if any of you have a good fanfic about Diana finding a girl in college, I'm open lol.
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Shadow of Yourself [7/18]
Prompt: “You’ve changed, Eli. I barely even know who you are right now.”
A/N: the beginning of season three!! and literally not a single scene in this chapter is from the actual episodes so, enjoy lol.
this chapter is also a bit shorter then previous ones but i promise this is just the beginning. season three is gonna be the angsty.
Based off of: Cobra Kai 03x01, 03x02 and 03x03
Warnings: some swear words (because tumblr apparently doesn’t like that), bullying, etc.
Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x F!Reader
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THE FINAL STRAW:
Miguel was in a coma.
Robby was on the run.
And Eli…
Everything had gone to sh*t. In a matter of moments.
Nothing was right anymore. That school fight never should’ve happened. Just the thought of it made fear strike deep within you, crawl up the back of your throat and stay there, like a constant reminder of what had happened and why it had happened. Ever since Cobra Kai came to the All Valley, nothing had been right–karate had changed everything.
Karate was the reason why you lost Eli.
It was the reason why Miguel was in a coma.
It was the reason why Robby was on the run.
…But really, no matter how much you felt like blaming karate–it was your fault.
You weren’t strong enough. You weren’t able to stop Tory from attacking Sam, from gauging her arm, nor had you been able to stop Miguel and Robby from going at each other. You weren’t there when it happened, when… Miguel was pushed because you were trying to stop Eli. And you hadn’t. You hadn’t done anything.
You never did anything.
A series of rings echoes beside you, your good hand–the hand not in a brace currently– shaking as you hold your phone before you. The contact read ‘mom’ and honestly, you were too afraid to answer it. You knew what she was calling about–the fight at the school. That and the fact that you’d had to go to the hospital for your wrist, which turned out only to be a minor sprain. You have no doubt the school and probably the hospital had called her.
You could only imagine how mad she was.
Swallowing thickly, you force yourself to answer it, swiping across the screen before shakily pressing the phone against your ear.
You hear your mother before you even get the chance to say hello.
“A school fight! What in the world were you even thinking! Why didn’t you tell me you’d joined karate in the first place? I had to hear from the school that you’d attacked two boys. Jesus, Y/N, you’re lucky they didn’t suspend you!”
Biting your lip, you glance down at your lap as she continues to yell. That familiar static echoes in your ear as you feel your eyes water, your vision blurry and your heart start to race. It’s starting to feel hard to breathe, you realize somewhere along the way, and that familiar terror is stuck at the back of your throat, as if holding you hostage.
“Well? What do you have to say for your–” There’s a pause, her voice halts, then, softly, your mother adds; “Y/N, are you crying?”
“It’s all gone horrible, mom.” You cry out, lip wobbling as your voice breaks, feeling your eyes water as you press a hand to your chest, fist clenching your shirt tightly. “I tried to make it better, I… I tried to fix it but I just made things worse… Miguel’s in a coma and Robby is on the run and I don’t know if either are going to be okay. And–And Eli tried to hurt Demetri, mom, he did hurt him…and I was trying to stop him but…” You can’t finish your words, a sob breaking past your lips as you bring your knees to your chest.
“Y/N, ho-honey…” Your mothers voice breaks through the sobs, “why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me?”
You just shake your head, even though she can’t see you. “You always say you’re going to be home and you never are. It wouldn’t have mattered.”
“Y/N, you know I try my best–”
“It doesn’t matter!” You cut in, forgetting yourself for a moment as you let your emotions get the better of you. You knew your mom did everything she did for you, you were just tired of hearing it. Hearing all of it. The excuses, the broken promises…you couldn’t handle it anymore. Going home to an empty house, knowing that no matter what happened, she was never There. You’d lost your father a long time ago, but you can’t remember the last time you had your mother either.
“I’m always alone, I never have anyone to talk to you.” You explain, gripping your phone so tightly it starts to hurt. “You don’t even know who Robby and Miguel are! You hardly even have time to talk on the phone anymore, let alone send a single text. You told me you’d be home a month ago and you’re still not home! None of it matters.”
There’s a beat of silence, then, “Y/N, honey. I’m gonna come home, okay? And then–”
“Oh, save it.” You scoff, eyes narrowing as you hastily brush at the tears stream down your cheeks. “I’ve heard you say that so many times that I doubt you ever will come home.”
“I’m gonna order a ticket–”
Yeah, right.
“Don’t bother.” You huff, pulling your phone away from yourself and pressing the end button before she can say anything else. There’s a slight adrenaline rush that runs through you at the thought of the way you treated your mom, but… but you felt it was justified. She only cared now because the school was harassing her.
If you’d just continued to be the good daughter you were, she never would’ve cared.
You doubted she’d even actually come home.
-
“Was that Sam?”
Turning at the sound of your voice, Demetri frowns. “Yeah, she just… ran off.”
“It’s probably just hard for her, you know,” you explain, meeting Demetri’s eyes as you both move to walk up the stairs. “I mean, she was right there when it happened.” Swallowing thickly, you glance at the railing, the one you were told Miguel was pushed off of and try to ignore the way your heart races.
You hadn’t even been there and it already terrified you–you can’t imagine how Sam felt.
“We just need to give her some time,” you add, turning to Demetri with a small smile. “Then I’m sure she’ll be okay.”
He nods, before adding; “what about you? Are… Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you shrug, forcing a smile to curl onto your lips, hoping it’s enough to convince Demetri of your otherwise clear lie. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Frowning, Demetri shakes his head. “Y/N…–”
“I’m fine, Demetri,” you repeat, cutting in before he can continue. Turning to him, you meet his eyes. “Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”
Demetri seems hesitant to believe you, shuffling on his feet before reluctantly he nods, “if you’re sure.”
“Of course.”
He nods, slowly, unsurely, before finally he relents. “Well, I’ve got to go. I have first period with Yasmine and I think this year will be the one.”
Quirking a brow at Demetri, you just lightly scoff, shaking your head as you watch him rush off in the other direction. He has a pep in his step as he walks, and honestly, you’re just happy hasn’t let the whole Eli situation get him down–at least, as much as it has you. You know he has his own worries that he keeps to himself, but, overall you admire his ability to stay positive.
Making your way over to your locker, you just manage to open it as a new voice calls out; “how’d you hurt your wrist?”
Instantly, you recognize the voice.
Licking your lips, you close your locker door slightly, enough to meet Eli’s eyes as he comes to a stop directly next to you. He makes himself comfortable, leaning against the locker next to yours as he waits for you to answer.
“You should know already,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Given that it was your friends that attacked me.”
You’ve turned away, focusing on grabbing the books and stuff you need for your first period. But, when a minute passes and Eli still doesn’t say anything, your brows are furrowing in confusion, turning your head back to look at him only to see wide eyes staring back at you. His lips have parted, and he seems genuinely confused.
“No, he doesn’t know. Which means he can’t stop me either.”
That’s what his friends had said.
“You really didn’t know,” you whisper, lips left parted as the realization dawns on you.
“That they attacked you?” Eli shakes his head, “of course not. I… I told them to leave you alone.”
Briefly, you warmed at the fact that despite everything, Eli still wouldn’t hurt you or want you hurt. It’s a meaningless thought, because what did that matter in comparison to the fact that he did want Demetri hurt and had actively tried to do so multiple times? But still, you can’t help the way your heart flutters in response to his words.
Shuffling back on your feet, to create a bit of distance between the both of you, you shake your head. “Some friends you have,” you scoff.
Eli just takes a step towards you, causing you to tense, as he shakes his head. “Listen, I had no idea they were gonna go after you. I would’ve stopped them but–”
“But you were too busy trying to hurt Demetri.”
Eli’s eyes narrow, insulted at your words. He falters for a moment, not sure what to say, before he continues; “what about you? You said you cared about me, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”
Disbelief coursing through you, you step towards Eli, “you’re the one who walked away!” At the way your voice spikes and you get a few looks from students walking by, you lower your voice, shaking your head. “You’re the one who left. I was… I do like you, Eli but you said that didn’t matter. Because you’re not Eli anymore.”
“Yeah, I’m not,” he shrugs, “I’m Hawk.”
Rolling your eyes, you step back; “you’re a bully. And I’m not dating a bully.”
His shoulders tense, and his jaw sets. You watch as anger floods his gaze, not knowing just exactly what those words mean to him, the look on his face wavering slightly as he licks his lips, swallowing thickly. “I can show you.”
You pause, confused; “show me what?”
His entire persona changes. He takes a step towards you, body easing as a confident smirk curls across his lips. Your eyes widen as he sets his arm on your locker, directly next to your head, leaving no room between the both of you. “That the new me is better.”
Meeting his eyes, you falter slightly. Your lips part, to argue, but nothing ends up leaving your lips as you just stare back at him. And at your continued silence, a smile curls onto Eli’s lips instead of the smirk, slowly but surely, and before you know it, he’s grinning brightly at you.
“You’ll see,” he adds. “I’ll make sure of it.”
-
Meet me at the skatepark. Please.
The text had been from an anonymous number. However, you had a pretty good feeling you knew who it was from.
The second you’d gotten it, you’d dropped everything. Nothing else seemed to matter more in that moment as you rushed over to the skatepark, a single backpack with you, unable to stop the hope that floods your being. And the second you get there, your suspicions are confirmed when you see a familiar head of brown hair. It’s shorter than you remember it being and he looks slightly different, but… but that was to be expected given what had happened.
“Robby.” Your voice is soft as you call, not wanting to attract unwanted attention–given that he was still on the run.
The second he hears your voice, he turns to you, and the expression on his face breaks your heart.
“Here,” he calls, gesturing to you to follow him as he leads you through a few alleys, tucking the both of you away from unwanted attention. The second you’re both alone, he turns back to you, shuffling on his feet slightly in what you can only assume is nerves. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to go to.”
“It’s–It’s okay, Robby,” you assure, smiling at him. “I’m glad you texted. I… I was really worried about you.”
Robby frowns, avoiding your gaze as he glances down at his feet. “You don’t… You don’t hate me for what I did?”
“Did you mean to do it?”
“Of course not,” he says quickly, without an ounce of hesitation.
“Then, no,” you simply shrug, smiling at him.
Relief floods his gaze, shoulders dropping as he nods, a small smile managing to curl onto his lips.
“And–And Sam too,” you decide to add, not sure if bringing up her name was the smartest thing. By the way he flinches slightly at the sound of her name, you wonder if it was but… but he had to know. You wanted him to know, too. “I don’t think she blames you either. She’s worried about you, like I am. We… We all are.”
Robby just shakes his head; “I can't… I mean, I… Miguel’s in a coma because of me.”
You shake your head; “I’m not asking you to do anything. I.. I just wanted you to know.”
He nods, fiddling with his hands, “thank you.”
“And Robby, here,” pulling the backpack off of your shoulders, you turn to him with a smile, kneeling just slightly so you can open it properly. “I didn’t know what you needed so I just grabbed some food, some of my dad's old clothes and then some hygienic stuff, like deodorant and–”
You’re cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around you. Stilling in response to the sudden contact, your lips parting as you feel Robby pull you closer, hugging you tightly. It takes you a moment, a brief second of hesitation, because you’ve never been this close with Robby, before slowly your arms move to return his hug, slowly wrapping around his shoulders as you feel yourself smile slightly in contentment.
You let your head fall into the curve of his neck, not realizing how much you’d needed a hug yourself.
When he pulls back, his cheeks are slightly warm. “I, uh, thank you. For everything.”
“Of course,” you nod, swallowing thickly, “I’m not here to tell you to do anything. The only one who can decide what is best is you, but just… please, take care of yourself.”
“I will,” Robby assures, nodding. “Thank you.”
“And, if you need anything else, you can always reach out to me.”
-
“Miguel–!”
Halting at the sight of Eli, the smile on your face falters slightly as both him and Miguel turn to look at you.
The second you’d heard Miguel had woken up from his coma and was allowed visitors, you’d wasted nothing and dropped practically everything–rushing straight over to the hospital. While you guess you should’ve expected it, given you knew Eli and Miguel were close friends, you hadn’t exactly expected to quite literally run into him.
“Eli,” you mumble, shoulders falling as you hesitate at the door. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I was actually just leaving,” Eli explains, turning back to look at Miguel before you. “I’ll let you catch up.”
You nod, not knowing what else to say as him and Miguel say their goodbyes. You find it slightly odd that he was so easy about leaving, not trying or saying anything. And as Eli walks past you, you meet his eyes, a frown on your lips as he slips past you.
But he just smiles at you, softly.
“Well, I see that’s going as well as I remember.”
Turning to Miguel, you flush slightly. Shaking your head, you make your way over to him, coming to a stop directly beside his hospital bed. “Sorry,” you mumble, shuffling on your feet slightly. “I just… well, it doesn’t matter.” You brush off, realizing you came here today for Miguel, not to talk about yourself and Eli. “How are you, Miguel? I rushed over as soon as I heard you were allowed visitors.”
Miguel shrugs, “I’m okay,” he mumbles, and by the tone of his voice you can tell he’s anything but. “What about you? What happened to your wrist?”
“Oh this?” You hold up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Just a sprain.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you’d get involved in the fight.”
Hugging your arm, you frown; “yeah, well, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”
Miguel's brows furrow, confusion flooding his gaze. But just as he moves to ask, you shake your head. “Enough about me,” you brush off, waving away his concern and confusion. “Are they treating you well here?”
Miguel just snorts. “Yeah, it’s been fine. My mom and yaya have been visiting lots, so...”
Nodding, you swallow thickly, asking the question that’s been on your mind.
“Did… they say when you’d be able to get out of here?”
Miguel’s entire stature changes then. His body tenses as this look washes over his eyes, and instantly you know you should’ve just kept the question to yourself.
“They say I, uh… might not be able to walk again.”
Eyes widening, your lips part. “Miguel…”
Meeting your gaze, he shrugs; “yeah.”
“I’m… I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“But still,” you shake your head, moving to set your hand over his own. “If there’s anything I can do, please… please tell me.”
Smiling softly, though it doesn’t meet his eyes, Miguel nods. “Thanks Y/N.”
You smile at him and the two of you continue to talk for a while before you excuse yourself when a nurse comes in. Miguel seems reluctant for you to leave and you can imagine he’s tired of having nurses constantly checking him and doing tests all day, but you also know it’s needed–so, with a simple wave and a smile, you tell him you’ll be back to visit soon and move to make your way out of the hospital.
Only, to stop when you see Eli standing there.
“Hey,” he calls, nodding at you.
“Hey,” you say slowly, crossing your arms over your chest as you narrow your eyes at him. “What are you still doing here?”
“I waited for you.” He explains with a shrug, “I thought I’d walk you home.”
Brows furrowing, you shake your head. “That’s oddly nice of you.”
He just chuckles, “you don’t have to act so surprised.”
Staying rooted in your spot, you hesitate to follow.
“I can show you.”
“Show me what?”
“That the new me is better.”
He had said that. You just… hadn’t expected him to actually do anything about it.
Eli was the one who’d walked away from you that night, in your bathroom. When he’d told you he missed the two of you hanging out, being together, when he’d gotten jealous and frustrated over Demetri and then Robby–when you’d told him you still liked him. He’d been the one to walk away, to leave you–so why was he suddenly so determined to change your mind about him?
“No ulterior motives,” he assures, holding his hands out before him as he shakes his head. “I just wanted to walk you home.”
Reluctantly, you can’t find anything to argue against that, so;
“Okay.”
And so you let him.
Surprisingly, it goes… well. Really well. Eli, while different, still feels like Eli and you find yourself smiling, laughing… more than you’re sure you have in a long time. You genuinely feel happy, a giddy feeling in your chest as you walk next to him. It’s like it used to be, at least somewhat. You’re laughing with him, joking around and there’s no tension.
He doesn’t bring up Demetri or really anything--it’s just about the two of you.
Maybe Demetri winning during the school fight made Eli realize a few things.
Maybe he was finally going back to being himself.
You let the hope flood through you, even though deep down a voice tells you not to. You can’t help it and you’re tired of fighting it, tired of pretending like your heart isn’t hurting because you’d lost Eli–if he really was trying to be better, then… who were you to deny it?
If he really was trying to be better then maybe something was finally going right.
At least, that’s what you think, until you reach your house and see your mom standing on the front porch. She looks angry, her lips set into a straight line and eyes narrowed as she stares down at you, not daring to look away. She must’ve been waiting there for a while if the look on her face is anything to go by.
So, she really had come home.
You freeze, coming to a stop as Eli pauses in response, confused at what was wrong for a moment until he sees your mom--just standing there. Then suddenly the confusion turns into concern and Eli’s gaze is flickering back and forth from you to your mom.
“I thought you said she wasn’t going to be back until the end of the month.” He comments, frowning down at you.
“Yeah,” you nod, meeting her eyes. “I thought that too.”
Eli hesitates a moment before he turns to you completely. “Did you–”
“It’s okay, Eli,” you turn to him, swallowing thickly and forcing back your own discomfort. “Thank you for walking me home,” you smile, “I actually had a good time.”
He blinks at that, gaze softening as he nods, unable to stop the grin that curls onto his lips. “Of course,” he laughs, “I’ll, uh, see you at school?”
“I’ll see you at school.”
Sending him a small wave, you watch him walk off for a moment before taking a deep breath in, turning back to your mom as you make your way up to your front porch.
“Where have you been?”
It’s the first question that leaves her mouth and instantly, you roll your eyes.
“Out,” you explain shortly, walking past her into the house.
“Where?”
She’s right on your heels, following you into the kitchen as you grab a glass from the cupboard, moving to get yourself some orange juice. “At the hospital, Miguel woke up from his coma.”
She nods, and the second you’re done pouring your glass, you move to walk past her.
She stops you, grabbing you by your arm.
“I want to talk,” she explains, “about what happened at the school.”
“Well, I don’t want to,” you say plainly.
“I’m home, aren’t I? I’m here, so talk to me.”
Pausing, you shake your head. Meeting her eyes, you say bluntly; “it’s too late, mom.”
Then, pulling her hand off your arm, you just continue to walk, ignoring the way she calls after you.
-
You couldn’t believe this.
You… You believed him.
“Was this your big plan? Huh?”
Back turned to you, you watch as Eli’s shoulders tense.
“Get me to trust you and then just go behind my back?”
Slowly turning around, Eli brushes off Mitch who is with him, silently telling him to go away as he meets your gaze. Your own is narrowed, anger flooding your gaze as you stare back at him, feeling your fists shake next to your side. You didn’t care who was around, you were too angry to even register where you were, right outside Cobra Kai–all you knew was that Eli was here and that’s all that mattered.
It was just like that night--the night he’d trashed Miyagi-Do. Only this time you were ten times angrier and it felt like you were seeing red.
“Y/N–”
“I can't believe you,” you cut him off, stepping towards him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I was there!”
Shaking his head, Eli moves to grab you. “You don’t understand, I was just–”
You slap his hand away, “I understand perfectly. You beat up Nate and stole the money that we raised for Miguel’s surgery.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes, “the worst part is I actually believed you were trying to be better. I actually believed that maybe you’d realized Cobra Kai was wrong and that–”
“I never told you Cobra Kai was wrong,” he interrupts, jaw clenching. “It’s not my fault you wanted to believe more than what was true.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It is my fault,” you agree, nodding at him as you step towards him. There’s barely a breath of room left between the both of you, “my fault for thinking you could be anything other than a f*cking bully.”
“I’m not a bully.” Eli argues.
“Yeah? Your actions beg to differ.” You huff, stepping back as you let your hand fall back to your side. “I’m done, Eli. With all of this. With Cobra Kai, with this stupid war, with you.”
At that, Eli’s face falls, panic flooding his gaze as he takes a moment to process your words.
“What the h*ll do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to see you anymore, Eli,” you shrug, absolutely exasperated as you shake your head at him. “I don’t want to talk to you. I’m sick and tired of getting my hopes up only for you to break my heart over and over again. God… The worst part is I like you so much that it hurts, but I can’t bare to even look at you.”
Eli steps towards you, just as you move to walk, grabbing you by the arm. “Don’t say that. Don’t walk away.” He pleads, grip tightening on your arm briefly as the desperation sets in.
Anything to get you to stay.
But you won’t. You don’t want to.
You just meet his eyes, not saying a single thing, ripping your arm out of his grasp and pushing him back by the chest. He stumbles for a moment, just managing to catch his balance as you turn.
“Y/N.” He calls, watching your back grow further and further away from him. “Please.”
You hear it, but you don’t care.
Not anymore.
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