𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗲𝘁 ~ 𝗘𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀

Thantophobia

Thantophobia

(n.) the fear of losing someone you love.

I woke up the next morning barely able to open my eyes. Emily had fallen asleep sitting up with me under her. I felt bad, her nimble fingers tangled in my hair as her head fell back and her mouth wide open as she softly snored. Despite how odd the situation was, she looked adorable.

I untangled myself slowly trying not to wake up Emily and dragged myself to my bedroom. I grabbed some more appropriate clothing and went into the bathroom. I turned on the water as hot as it would go and turned to the mirror. I looked horrible.

My eyelids were swollen and the eyebags under my eyes were large with a faint red color. My hair was sticking up in every direction and there was white in the corners of my mouth from drool.

Did I drool on Emily? Holy shit.

As I quickly showered I was overtaken with embarrassment. The night was mostly a blur but I remember Emily coming over and me completely breaking down in her arms.

I'm such an idiot.

I mentally face palmed while turning off the water.

I was brushing my damp hair as I came out of my room. An all too familiar aroma filled my nose.

Waffles?

I quickly ran into the kitchen to see Emily pouring two cups of coffee while on the phone.

"Sorry Reid, I've got something planned. Next time though." When she noticed me standing in the middle of the room eyeing the waffles like a kid on christmas she quickly wrapped up the call. "I gotta go but I'll catch up later." She hung up the phone and slid it across the counter.

"Sorry about that Reid wanted to go see some Russian film."

"Oh, you should go Em. I'll be fine." I smiled while sliding onto a bar stool.

"You cried for almost two hours last night Kira, kinda shocked you didn't throw up on me." Emily giggled and placed down two plates of fluffy waffles.

"I'm sorry...about..all that." I replied quietly. Emily scoffed and then placed a hand on my leg. My stomach clinched and the back of my neck went hot.

"Nobody has seen you cry in years. You more than deserved that release, Kira you've lost so much and somehow you stay stronger then any person I've ever met. Never apologize for feeling the way you feel." I got lost in Emily's deep chocolate eyes. The effect she has on me is embarrassing at this point. Way more than I would like to admit but I noticed there was a change in her demeanor like something in her attitude changed but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Thank you Emily." I leaned over and gave her a squeeze. "Now you should take a shower. You can use mine. You can also use some of my clothes if you want something fresh. I'll clean up breakfast."

"Thanks, see you in a few." She hopped up and walked toward my room. I watched her hips sway, it was hypnotizing.

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Three hours later we were going out for lunch. Emily was driving through downtown when I pointed out a cute restaurant. She parked and we walked down the black to the place.

"So what do you think of Ashley?" Emily asked, taking a small sip of her tea.

"She's nice, I think she brings a great pair of fresh eyes to the team. Even though it isn't permanent I'm glad we have her now." I answered honestly.

"I completely agree." Emily smiled.

We continued talking for about an hour and decided to leave. We got situated back in the car when Emily got a call.

"If it's a case I may become a killer." I rolled my eyes.

"No, it's Tsia." Emily glanced at me while picking up the phone. "Emily."

"It's me and Clyde. Doyle's in America."

"What? Hold on, I'm with Kira. Let me put you on speaker. How do you know it's him?"

"We just saw him get off a jet." Clyde chimed in.

"How the hell did he get through security?" I joined into the conversation.

"He used an alias." Tsia clarified.

"Shit." Me and Emily said in almost unison. Emily ran her fingers through her hair and I rubbed both my hands over my face.

"We'll talk later, you two be prepared for anything." Tsia then hung up my phone.

"Wait, I thought Tsia was in France?" I looked at Emily.

"Jeremy was killed and she ran." My face was overcome with panic but soon turned into sorrow and guilt.

"Emily.." I couldn't even finish my sentence.

"I know, let's drop by your place, grab some clothes and go to mine, we'll stay there tonight."

"Okay."

The feeling in my stomach that I seemingly forgot about came back with a fury.

We're about to play a dangerous game and I feel like I'm going to lose.