Emily's P.O.V:
"What are you doing here?" I asked her in an accusing voice. She had no right to be here. Not when she left.
But am I not a coward too?
Well, I guess we all know where i inherited that trait from.
"I'm here to see you." She said in a soft voice.
My mother was a beautiful woman. She was the Student Body President in her high school and Cheerleader captain in her college. That's where she met my Dad. Dad was the Quaterback of football.
They got married a year later, at the age of nineteen.
"I don't want to see you." I said, my voice too bold.
"Darling, I'm sorry." She said as she approached me.
"That doesn't matter mom. You ran." I cried.
I am such a hypocrite.
"I'm sorry darling." She placed her palms on my cheeks, wiping my tears off.
I stepped back.
"Mom, why are you here?" I asked her.
"To apologise." She said.
I grunted.
"Honey, I know I have made a lot of mistakes. Trust me, I regret every single one of them. But it just felt like the right thing to do at the moment." She said.
I wanted to say that those were all excuses but I know how she felt.
"Why did you divorce Dad?" I asked her.
This was the question I wanted to ask her since a decade.
They never told us the reason and the only thing I could gather was that they didn't love each other anymore.
Mom pursed her lips into a thin line.
"I...I divorced your father because I thought we were growing apart. He had hit a breakthrough that year. I remember him saying that our lives would never be the same after that big deal." She shook her head as she chuckled humourlessly. "I didn't know how true it was until four months later."
I didn't say anything.
"It was a Wednesday. The day I received the divorce papers. Your father thinks I didn't care about anything. The truth was that, I cared a lot. It was so much for me to handle and your father wasn't there for most of the things." She said softly.
"I know I have made horrible mistakes Emily. I regret each one of them. God knows I do." She said as she held my hands. "Emily, I love all of you. Even James, even if not in the way I used to, but I do." She insisted.
"Did your love fade?" I asked hesitantly.
"Only because i didn't kept it alive. Immortal things fade if not believed in. And I stopped believing." She shook her head softly. "I regret it. Life with James, it couldn't get any better." She said, maybe remembering her early life. "Maybe that was what I was afraid of, better life. Maybe that's the reason I stopped believing."
I understood what she meant.
This time spent with Dylan. It could be the best time of my life. Eighteen years of my life and these three months were the best part. Maybe that's why I broke up too. Maybe because knowing that life was this good, what if it turned out to be bad later on? What if it took a horrible turn and we ended up hating each other?
"I know how you feel." I admitted.
She looked at me in confusion.
I told her everything happening in past month.
"Emily, honey." She said, concern dripping from her tone. She pulled me in for a hug.
I didn't realise I was crying again until she was patting me on my back.
"Everybody knows how to love, honey, but only a few people know how to stay in love forever. Dylan seems like that person Emily." She said, looking at me with confidence.
My only response were my sobs.
"Emily, does he make you happy?" I nodded.
"Happier than ever."
"Do you think he'll ever hurt you?" She asked me.
I shook my head.
"He takes care of me more than anyone ever did." I admitted.
My entire life I had been taking care of people. Rebecca, Dad and even Mom at times. I never had anyone take care of me as Dylan did.
"Then what are you afraid of?" She asked in a soft voice.
"You! You and Dad! You are supposed to be the people whom whenever I look at, makes me want to fall in love, get married, have kids! That's the people you are supposed to be!" I shouted.
My mother sighed.
"Emily, I know we haven't been great ideals but don't let our mistakes have that great an impact on you." She said.
I didn't reply.
"Emily, never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you and misses you. Because one day you might wake up and realise that you lost the moon while counting the stars." She said as she kissed my forehead.
"I don't know what to do mom." I said, covering my face with my hands.
"I have a proposal for you."
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My hands shook as I picked up my phone.
I had decided. After three days of rethinking and reconsidering my choices, I had decided.
I dialled his number and counted the rings until he picked up.
"H-hi." I spoke, clutching to the phone with both of my hands.
He waited for a moment before responding.
"Hey." He spoke, in a cold tone.
Hearing his voice made me collapse on the bed.
Three days. For three days I hadn't heard his voice and yet seemed like I was hearing it everyday. Maybe do to my hallucinations.
I should have gone to the doctor on mom's recommendation.
"Erm..." I stuttered, still taking in his voice.
"What is it?" He asked, in the same cold tone.
I couldn't object. I was the one responsible for this tone.
"I'm leaving." I told him.
He didn't reply for a long moment.
"Why tell me this?" He said in the same cold tone but something seemed off.
I thought twice about the words I was going to speak next. They would change everything, maybe for better or worse.
"Because I love you."
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Hello everyone.
How did you find the chapter? Short? Yeah, I guess.
Please don't hate me. :/
Anyways, the next chapter will be the last one. I hope you all bear with me.
:)
Until next time,
Rebecca.
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