Twin Flames X Jemily

23- Just Let Me Go

JJ's pov:
I sat on the couch next to Emily, and my heart was beating so fast I swore I could hear it out loud. I sat on the far edge of the couch away from Emily.

Usually I would sit next to her or she would lay next to me. But now it felt weird. Were we even still a couple?

No. We weren't a couple. We broke up. She told me to move on. I hated myself for sleeping with Ryan before, but now? Now I was even more angry than before. What was I thinking? She told me to move on but she probably didn't mean it. I doubt she ever got with anyone else.

I basically cheated on her. Why am I so fucking stupid? Why do I mess up everything? Any chance that we ever had was gone now.

I wanted to hug her. To kiss her. But even touching her felt wrong. Like if I felt her skin I would somehow blurt out everything that I had done.

I looked back over to Emily, she was fiddling with her hair. Maybe she was thinking about us too. Or maybe I'm just insane.

The theme song to the movie started playing and I realized it was over. I didn't really see the end but whatever. It wasn't that good anyways.

I got up from the couch sending waves of pain into my hands. Somehow just moving at all hurts them. I know it was stupid not to go the hospital but I think I'll be fine.

Emily did a good job stitching my hand. Or at least I think she did. I still hadn't looked at them yet because it would probably just freak me out. But it did hurt less so that's probably a good sign.

Emily got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. She dug around a cabinet for a few seconds and pulled out a pill bottle.

She handed my one and then a glass of water. "Here take this. You probably won't get much sleep no matter what, but it should help." She said placing the small pill in my hand.

I took a small sip of water swallowing the pill. It left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.

"Cmon it's late let's try and get some sleep okay?" Emily said. "Okay." I nodded. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"JJ you're hurt you can't sleep on the couch." She insisted. "Just sleep in the bed." "Okay." I said softly. This must be god getting revenge on me for sleeping with Ryan.

I cannot share a bed with her. I feel like I'm lying to her without even saying anything. Just suck it up, and get through the night.

I follow Emily to the bedroom. I sit on the bed while she goes into the bathroom and brushes her teeth. She comes out changed and then climbed into bed.

I crawled under the covers on the other side, and stayed as far away from her as I could. Not even our fingers were touching. I shut my eyes and tried to just think about nothing. Finally the world faded away, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the sun was just starting to rise, creating a golden glowing light that flowed through the open windows.

I turned over expecting to see Emily laying next to me, but she wasn't there. She must have already gotten up.

I sat up trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light, before swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and getting up.

I heard birds outside the window. Almost like in a movie. I stared out the window for a few minutes admiring the pretty sky. I thought I saw something move, but when I looked around the empty yard, nothing was changed.

I quickly checked one more time, just to be safe. Still nothing. I'm probably just being paranoid.

I walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, seeing if Emily was there. She wasn't. I looked around until I finally saw her. She was hugging a pillow asleep on the couch in-front of the tv. 

She probably woke up last night and couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake her up, so I tried to be quiet as I walked to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Emily was a caffeine addict so she'll probably want some when she wake up.

I sat on the kitchen island and drank my cup of coffee. The coffee in Paris somehow tasted better.

I flipped through yesterdays newspaper that was sitting on the coffee table. Emily never reads it. Most of it was in French, which I speak. I haven't spoken it in a while, so it's a little rusty.

I can still understand almost everything though. It was rather uninteresting, so I went back to the living room to see if Emily had woken up yet.

When I saw her she hadn't moved at all, so I got a little concerned. I walked up to her nudging her shoulder a little to see if she would stir.

She didn't. The pillow she was hugging to her stomach tumbled to the floor with a note attached.

Really thought you could fool me?
-I.D.

The note was speckled with blood. I looked at the blood that was dripping from the couch, forming a little pool on the floor.

I couldn't move. It felt like that day in the bathroom when I was 11 years old, all over again.

The pillow was soaked in blood. There was so much blood. I moved Emily's shirt from her stomach. There was a gunshot wound. Right over the scar from the wooden stake.

I pressed my hand to it trying to get it to stop bleeding. Emily fell off the couch, and onto the floor. I started screaming. "Emily wake up! Emily! Emily!"

I must have been pretty loud because one of her neighbours came running in the door. When she saw the blood, she called 911.

"Emily move! Emily wake up!" I screamed shaking her body, that lay there on the floor, perfectly still.

Everything was covered in blood. My hands, my clothes, the floor.

I tried to check her heartbeat. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Emily where did your heartbeat go?" I shook her crying. "It was just there. Where did it go? It was just there."

My face was covered in tears and I heard sirens outside. "Emily you need to wake up." I yelled. The blood kept flowing out of the wound, spreading through the floor.

I tried to feel her heart beat again, but still, I felt absolutely nothing. "Emily where is it? Where your heart beat?"

I kept pressing my hands to the gunshot wound, looking at her eyes that were shut. I kept crying as the sirens got louder.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a paramedic standing behind me. "You're here! You're going to save her now right?"

"Please step back." He said to me. I didn't move. "You're going to save her right?" I sobbed. He looked at me sadly.

"Ma'am I'm very sorry. She's dead."

-the end-

Word count: 1210

AN: sorry to end the book like this lol
I'm posting a new book soon :)