For long now, Emma had been sprawled up on her couch- technically his to begin with, but it counted as hers, she was sobering, moving the bowl of popcorn down to her mouth while she drowned in her own misery.The couch smelled so much like him, oh, how much she miss his delicate smirk, his dark but soft eyes, why had she said those things? She felt bad.She felt like...Hell, she couldn't even describe it, her throat was hitched, her body was heating, she thought she was even going to end up being sick, her body trembled under the sprawled blanket, she was spaced out, she didn't call her friends, she was sure she would have like a thousands missed calls from them. He didn't came home the other day.She was worried sick, an unfamiliar feeling sinking into her stomach, the TV was on, she didn't bother to glance up at it. Then, her phone chimed loudly, booming into her ears.How badly she wanted to smash that piece of junk, but her hands moved under the blanket, damn, where had she kept
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