My next move. (173)

“Danielle—” Emily tried to speak. I could see her eyes glisten with tears and her hand's clench, she stared at me with a pained expression, as if she was trying to communicate with me Telepathically.

“Tell me Emiliana.” She perked up at her full name. I could barely hear any emotion in my voice. For the first time, my thoughts were quiet.

It was an awful reminder of the day Tyler and I had met for the second time at the hospital when Rye had been hit. I remembered that I was about to end it all and he stopped me.

I regretted the fact that I did not swallow those pills. If I had known that things would end up this messy or painful, I would have ended my life before I got to see reality like this.

My eyes stung with tears and I bit harder on my lip. My grip on the railing loosened even though I felt I could collapse at any time. “Did he or did he not get married, Emily!” I snapped.

“Emily, I am asking you a—”

“He did!” She confessed and tears rolled down her eyes. She reached ou