Out Of My Limit | Michael Clifford

Chapter 16

Emily's POV
I knew it. I just knew it. But when he said it to me from his mouth his words. It somehow broke my heart even more, from the fact that I even thought what had just happened was just my imagination. I didn't really know what to think or say though. I couldn't just sit there and pretend it doesn't bother me that he didn't try to tell me before I found out by myself. But then how could I throw a fit at him, especially when he WAS the one in the first place who was trying to prove Zack was a bad guy and that he was right all along. Which would basically imply I was a right idiot and I should be the one apologising, apologising to Michael for not believing him in the first place.
So I decided to just leave.
I regretted my actions instantly, but still decided to carry on walking, by not turning round looking like an even more of an idiot than I probably already was.
But it was too late for that.
I didn't have anywhere to go but straight forward back into the cinema, the place that drove me out in the beginning. I stopped in front of the glass odeon doors and sat down on the bench in front deciding to call a taxi back home, or possibly catching the late night bus. But I decided to just sit there for a while and retrace my thoughts. I could feel the chilled night late autumn breeze against the back of my neck and ankles, which whisped my hair to and fro past my shoulders.
I squinted my eyes to see if I could get a glimps of Michaels car still as I was now thinking to myself that I was being quite ridiculous now and all I needed was his comfort. But a late night bus stopped right in front of me, so I decided to get on and leave all this hassle tomorrow after a long sleep.
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Michael's POV
I watched her as she sat on the bench, wondering what thoughts were going through that girl's mind. It was pretty obvious she'd come back to the car eventually because she'd have no place to sleep and she'd need a ride back home or to mine at least. I let my hands fall down my face as I let out a sigh of hope. Hope. The hope of that she will forgive me. I still didn't exactly understand though why it would have been my fault. But then again, I also can't imagine how she'd forgive me for what I couldn't quite make out to understand what I did exactly. As I rested my hands back onto the sides of my thighs, I looked back up. Only to see a bus in my view of Emily. But I could see her quite well in the end. As she made her seat onto the bus. She caught a quick glance over at me, but once her eyes connected with mine, she instantly turned her head away, as the bus drove off into the night.