The planets bend between us

Chapter 11

"That was a successful night I think," Remi announced as they entered Remi's apartment. "I really liked your friends. You're right. I haven't met someone quite like Spencer Reid. But he's lovely. Truly." She noticed Emily wasn't listening and was staring off into space. "Em? You okay, darling? You haven't said much since we have gotten to the bar. Is everything alright?"

The brunette's attention refocused on her girlfriend when Remi's hand met her waist. "Yeah. Sorry, Remi. I'm just so tired. I was actually wondering if we could skip our nightly show watching and go to sleep?"

Remi knew something was off. "Right. Okay. Let's go to bed."

Emily moved away from Remi's touch and walked to her bedroom. She tossed her shoes away pulled her shirt and pants off. She flopped on the bed, wishing for once that she was alone since she had met Remi. She did all that she could to not flinch when Remi's warm arms embraced her.

The foreign women traced Emily's body. It took her awhile for her to realize she was tracing her scars.

"What are all these from?" Remi asked her in a whisper.

It wasn't a difficult question. In fact, it would be a normal question for a normal couple. But Emily wasn't normal. And her past definitely was the opposite of normal.

"This and that," Emily replied vaguely. She rolled over to her side, physically moving away from Remi. She couldn't see her girlfriend's frown.

"I'm going to pretend like that wasn't a sketchy answer. Hear, I'll tell you about mine. If you looked at me, you would see a scar from my stomach. I got it in a knife fight in Istanbul when I was sixteen." When Emily turned around with an incredulous look, Remi glared. "I'm kidding. I was in Germany and I ran into a door while riding my bike. I broke through the glass. I fell on a shard or something."

She sighed and grabbed Emily's hand. Remi brought her fingers to her chest. "This is the only other scar I have. I was mugged when I was thirteen. I was living in Greece. I didn't even tell my parents. I only had fifty or so American dollars on me." She waited for Emily's reaction. When Emily looked concerned, Remi added, "It's not hard, Emily. To share. I'm not proud of that scar. But it's apart of me. That's why I want to know about yours, Em. I just want to know what makes you, you."

Emily didn't have a chance to reply. Remi turned off the lights and rolled to her side. Emily definitely felt guilty. She forgot that keeping secrets is the easiest way to end relationships. She wanted to be better than this. She just didn't know if she had the ability to be better.