I start walking past him, determined, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there, blocking the doorway.I sigh, frustrated. "What is this? What do you think you're doing?" I ask. "Are you going to stop me? What are you going to do? Hold me here against my will? Keep me hostage in your house?""No, that’s not what I’m doing," he says quickly."Then please," I say through clenched teeth, "get out of the way."He steps aside, but his eyes are pleading, his hands slightly raised in surrender. "Wait."I stop and look at him."Okay, fine," he says. "If you want to leave, fine. You can go. I won't stop you."I scoff. "Emerson, I thought that was obvious. I came here of my own free will. I will leave here of my own free will. I wasn’t asking for your permission.""Just… hear me out. Please."I fold my arms. "Okay, what is it?""You want to leave? Fine. But you don’t have to leave this way. It’s late," he says, glancing at his watch. "It’s the middle of the night—one in the morning. There’s no
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