Emily's POV;A week had passed since she'd seen her best friend in months and the whole time she felt like someone had ripped a hole right through her chest. Even when they were together, it was different somehow. Emily tried to make conversation as much as possible, but the conversations never really went anywhere. It was like everything inside of her just stopped functioning and her mind was stuck on one track: how can I see him again? He probably didn't even remember me. She shook that thought out of her head because there were no other logical possibilities. Her mind was set on seeing Ryan again and there was no way she could turn back now.It wasn't until Emily walked into work the next morning that she realised something was wrong with herself for thinking this. There was something wrong with the way she was acting. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about this whole situation felt off. Her first day at work went by without incident, but that didn' stop her from thinking
Emily's POV;"We are here, Miss Em!" The driver announced as the car came to a stop. I stepped out and walked around the back of the car, following my brother through the door and up the stairs. I heard a few doors slam open from inside of the house, but didn' mind it at all."What about our room?" I asked him once we were inside. We had been staying with my uncle since I was eight and he had offered us a room for two days so that we would have a place to stay in case we ever did need to go somewhere else. We had only been staying here for a couple weeks, however, so there was still quite some time until my Uncle would be able to get us home again. My brother looked around, before grabbing my hand and leading me to what we assumed was where the bedrooms were. He pushed open the first door and let me go through first. As soon as I was standing inside, I closed the door behind me, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting.I took in the room for a moment. It wasn't very big, but it was
In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh. You will be able to laugh and know that nothing will ever come between you and me. Because there is not a single star in this world or any other who can do what I am doing now...But even they cannot see what is in front of them, as they walk along the roads below them…No! No one can see! Because we are too far away, we too far apart….I am here. And there is no one but me. But then again, there is never anyone but me. The world is always my own. There are many things I want you to know about me. The world is mine. So much more than just this place. This place has been my home for years now. I have made it beautiful. I have made it great. Every day, from this moment on, I intend on making sure of that. And every time you find yourself thinking about me, and wanting to see me a
Emily's POV;I am in the middle of my daily routine. I have just been out running with a client, so it seems like no one wants to hire me for anything. That would be fine if this whole thing weren't so annoying. The clients that I do end up working with are not the nicest and they don' want a dog in their office because "we need to get our hands dirty." It's really annoying that some people treat you like an animal. I just want to get paid for what I do and leave as soon as possible. I have about five seconds left on my run when someone calls out my name. "Hey Emily!" A voice called. Oh god please let it be just another client. They know better than to interrupt me while running. I continue running and make sure not to look at anyone in case it's actually another customer. As I finish my run and turn around the man who shouted my name walks towards me. He looks familiar but for the life of me I can' remember where I have seen him before. "Hi, is there a reason why you're talking to me
Emily's POV;It had been three years since the last time I'd seen my mother in person. Three long, painful years of being stuck with a family that hated my guts and only cared about themselves. The last time we were all together was the first time her husband died. The day they buried him. It was the first anniversary that her son was born. He had a name, Henry, but she always called him Little Henry.After that, she refused to talk to me. She ignored me for months at a time. I would get calls from other people, telling me to please just come home already. It wasn't fair on anyone, least of all me, so I would go back home, pretending it didn't bother me at all.The one person who did speak to me for real is Henry. My brother.He was seven when we moved in, and he was everything to me, even though I tried hard not show it. After my mother disappeared, I couldn't find myself caring enough to take care of Henry. So I put up walls between us and I never spoke to him. He became friends wit
Emily's POV;"Good morning, Mr. Matthews!" I smiled at Mr. Matthews, who looked up and nodded his head. He gave me a warm smile as well, but it was strained. There were bags under his eyes like he'd been up all night.I had to say something though, so that my boss could start the day."It's very nice to see you again," I said kindly, giving him another bright smile."You too, Emily. It looks like you're doing just fine on your own without me," he said with genuine relief in his voice.Mr. Matthews had taken over from Mr. Holts a couple of months back, and was the only one that didn't make fun of me for having a job. In fact, we actually got along pretty well. That is, he wasn't rude, or mean, which was more than anyone else that worked there had. He was just...a little distant, I guess you could say. I don't know why everyone treated him differently than the rest of us. He was a good boss, a really good boss even! If anyone deserved the praise and respect, it should be Mr. Matthews.T
Emily's POV;When I arrived back at home, the house felt oddly empty. Not that I hadn't ever spent an evening here before (I had) but for some reason it felt different this time. I could hear Emily's laughter downstairs and I knew her parents were still out on another date. The door creaked open softly as I stepped inside. It was just past midnight. A light in the living room caught my attention. Emily was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, a book in her lap. Her hair was slightly down, which is what had drawn my attention first."Emily?" I asked quietly as I walked into the room. My daughter looked up quickly at my approach and smiled."Hey Mom," she greeted me as I sat down on the couch. "How was your date?" She teased, making my cheeks heat up."It wasn't a date," I said defensively."So you admit it was a date?" I heard my mom calling from the kitchen and sighed."Yes," I responded after a moment of silence. "But not because I'm embarrassed or anything. They were good compa
Emily's POV;I got ready for the school day in the morning. After I finished brushing my teeth, I walked down the stairs and out of the house. I made sure to lock up the door as I did every morning. It was a habit my father has made me go through after he had found out about it. He told me that if I ever leave the house without locking the door then there would be consequences. As usual, he was right. After closing the front door, I locked it again and started walking to school. I don't know why people would think this is something to be excited about, but it is. It is my first time going into school ever since my mother died two months ago. She had been sickly during her pregnancy, which ended with her death a few weeks later. My father was furious when he found out but he didn't say anything to me after the funeral. Instead, he said it was better than nothing.At the same time my parents were both doctors, they also worked at different hospitals. One of their jobs was to take care
Emily's POV;Mr Hamilton said, "At eleven, I was sent to a foster care after my parents passed away. Even though my family is pretty big, no one took me and I was left to fend for myself in foster care. After six months of being on my own, I saw you. You looked lost and someone took advantage of it and bullied you. Colton and his friends. I saw and walked away. But one night, I saw you looking at the moon like it's the only thing in the world with you. The next day, I stood for you against Colton to make you realise that there's another person in this world too. Since then, you started tagging along with me wherever I go. We started eating and playing together. The orphanage which felt like a prison once turned a warmer place for me since you were there beside me. You said you wanted me to be your first kiss and we kissed. You become closer to my heart. That's when I fell in love with you, Em. Suddenly, I couldn't find you anywhere. When I asked the woman who was in-charge, she told me
Emily's POV;While I was clearing the leaves in the garden along with the children, Jake asked, "Emily, What's for today's breakfast?" I squatted down to his height and asked, "What do you like to have?"Jake came closer and whispered into my ears, "I heard Samantha likes oatmeal. Could I please have that for breakfast today?"I stood up straight and smiled at him, "Sure thing, kiddo." Then as he ran away from me, I added under my breath, "And you better stay away from Samantha. You're too young to be in love, kiddo."Peter pulled my skirt."Yes, Peter?""You said there's no appropriate age to fall in love in last night's bedtime story.""That is correct. Well, let's keep it a secret between us. Now, what do you want for breakfast?" He looked around for a moment and said, "Can I get Fruit pancakes?""Alright. Go and inform Lance that I asked him to prepare normal pancakes and fruit pancakes for breakfast." He ran off into the house while I was clearing the garden along with other k
Emily's POV;“You have to promise me that you will do everything that I tell you to.” I say, holding up my pinky finger. Emily looks at my hand for a moment before she sticks her own out to match. We lock our pinkies together and shake as if it’s an unspoken pact. “And no lying!” I add. Emily smiles back at me and nods. “Yes ma’am!” She says. The two of us burst into laughter at our childishness. “Do you really think that your parents would be happy with me?” Emily asks. I shrug, not wanting to lie to her. After all, we are both girls in the same class. If anyone finds out about our relationship, then so will her mother. “I don't know. You'll just have to take care of yourself.” I reply. After that, we both look over at Morgana who is currently playing around with some pieces of paper. He must have gotten bored because he has now decided to start writing something down. Emily giggles and reaches out to touch his head. “He doesn't look like someone who gets bored very often.” She comm
George Hamilton's POV;I took Emily to a restaurant and we started talking about our future. She wanted to be the CEO of her own company one day and I was planning on running for congress in four years time, but first I had to make it to my third term in office. I've been working nonstop on this campaign for three months now and finally, everything is going according to plan. I told her that I would do anything to get elected as president because if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have met Emily and she was all I wanted, but Emily just laughed and said that I was going to run for president anyway so she didn't care. We went out to dinner after I dropped her off and talked more about us. We were sitting there on this bench outside and she asked me if I'd ever thought about marriage before. I told her that no, I hadn't really thought about any women besides my exes. And then I realized that I actually had never considered marriage. Not only did that shock me but it also made me feel l
Emily's POV; I was sitting down on the couch. The lights were dimmed and the room was dark save for a single lamp next to me. My head was resting in my hands, fingers interlaced together as I stared at the wall across from me. It was blank. Empty, devoid of any personality or anything that reminded me of life. Nothing but white paint that matched the rest of the walls.I heard the click of a door behind me and I turned my attention towards it. I saw the silhouette of a man standing there, his back facing me so he couldn't see my facial expression. He stood there for several minutes, silent, until I finally spoke up."What are you doing?"He didn't respond right away, just stood there in silence for a few more seconds before turning around to face me. His eyes were filled with sadness and he looked exhausted. A frown was present on his face and when he looked at me I could tell he wasn't in the mood for conversation. His face was emotionless and he didn't look too good either. The bag
Emily's POV;It was a quiet evening. A little after 5 o'clock, the moon was out, and the air had a cool bite to it that helped settle my nerves. As I walked up the hill towards home, I could just barely make out the faint sound of the ocean crashing into the shore in the distance. It was an unusually beautiful night for this time of year.The walk seemed to last forever, as I got closer and closer to home. The sun had set some time ago, leaving me in a deep silence except for my own footsteps. Even with no one else around, everything felt so peaceful.After turning into my driveway, I paused to catch my breath, taking the key out of my pocket and unlocking my door. I stepped inside my house, shutting the door behind me softly. As I entered the living room, my gaze fell upon a figure sitting on the couch, facing away from me. His hair glittered softly under the low light coming through the windows, and I took note of his profile as he turned his head slightly to face me.His eyes were
Emily's POV;I have always been interested in literature, not just about fantasy and science fiction, but about the other side of the coin. It's funny, how I never thought that something like this would ever happen to me. Not because I'm not a good girl or anything like that, it's just that I've had so much experience with relationships in my life and yet it feels as though this is the first time. I mean, yes, there have been guys at school who I've liked over the years, but those were all in highschool, right before college. After that, it was more of a case of if you're into me and I'm into you type deal. This is probably going to sound cheesy, but I think I might be bisexual. That means that I have two things in mind when it comes to guys – one being that they're hot and the other being that they want to date me.Anyway, that's why we're here today, on our first date.It' s the end of summer term, and we've both decided to drive down to San Francisco for the weekend, to spend the n
Emily's POV; a few days agoIt was late at night when the door to Emily's office opened, causing her to jump slightly. She turned around and saw her father standing there. His usually dark hair was now a lighter shade of black than what she had originally expected, and his eyes looked tired as he took in his surroundings. "Daddy?" He didn't respond, only walked over towards the small table next to her desk. She got up from her chair and followed him, not bothering with closing the door behind her as she did so. "What brings you here this time of night?"He sat down on one of the chairs and sighed deeply, rubbing his face roughly. "I need your help.""With what?" She asked cautiously, sitting down next to him."With your wedding." Emily blinked several times, surprised that her father knew about it. It wasn't like she ever told anyone else about it. In fact, she hadn't even told anyone except for Spencer... but they weren' t dating, were they?He shook his head and continued speaking
Emily's POV;I wake up to the sound of my phone going off. I grab it and see it is Emily that I'm currently sleeping with. As I check who the notification is from, I can tell it is her."Morning." I say through a sleepy voice as I answer the phone."Oh, good morning! Did you have a good night?" Emily asks in a bubbly tone. She loves waking me up like this."Yes...what time is it?" I ask as I glance at my watch which reads 7:40 am."It's 8am now!" Emily says happily. I smile and roll over onto my side."How did you know?" I ask her softly. I never thought I would ever be able to enjoy myself with someone like that. Sure, there were other people, but none of them could compare.She giggles before answering. "Because you called me this morning! Why are you up so early? You didn't wake me!""Yeah, sorry about that, I woke up because you kept calling me back and forth throughout the night." I admit.There was a slight pause on the other line before she replies."Really? Do you mind if we d