Jemma was always the logical one, the one who had it under control, Daisy was the one that saw through her. She knew when something was off and did her best to help her girlfriend out, but you can’t always be there for someone, can you?
Now with her hair messy and tears going down her face, Jemma, was locked away from the world, from Daisy, from Fitz, from everything and everyone. She couldn’t help it, but break, after weeks of doing her best, staying at the top and saving the world she broke. Tears were streaming down her face, her hands gripped the kitchen sink tightly making her knuckles turn some shade of white.
She was broken and had no idea how to fix herself, could she even do it?
That is when the door to the small apartment opened, Jemma tried her best to get herself together, as she wiped her face quickly and patted her hair down to appear more peaceful then ever. Daisy bounced into the room energetically, moving around quickly as she put her stuff down.
“Simmons! You will never believe what—“ She paused as the spark in her eye faded, Daisy was now looking concerned. Jemma was desperate to keep her emotions in check, her hands behind her, picking her fingers, she couldn’t stop, no matter how bad it was, no matter how much it hurt or bleed, she needed it.
“Are you okay?” Daisy frowned her brows at the woman in front of her, with steady posture and a bright smile, but it didn’t seem real, she didn’t seem happy. Jemma managed to get a nod out of herself, she feared that words would make her breakdown, she couldn’t handle that now. She had to do so later.
“Jemma—“ Daisy approached her slowly and put her hand on the woman’s hips gently brushing her thumbs over the naked skin underneath her shirt. “What is it?” She raised her eyebrow.
Jemma sighted with a twitching bottom lip, she could no longer hold it in, her eyes started to water and her vision got blurry. Daisy moved her hands to the woman’s back in a attempt of comfort.
“I’m a mess, Dee…” Jemma sobbed as her body crushed onto Daisy, the two were standing in a tight hug.
“Yeah, but you’re my mess.” Daisy whispered into Jemma’s neck.
Jemma couldn’t help but feel safe, with one person who she wanted to spend her life with, Daisy Johnson.