Slight trigger warning, as always. Mentions of depression and suicide.
Emily's POV:
I love Sodapop Curtis. I have since the day I met him, and I knew it as soon as I read the letter, and it was confirmed as soon as I saw him again. I'm in love with him, my Soda. But when I thought he was dead, I realized how much I needed to be here, in this hospital. As much as I hate it, the way I felt when I thought my soulmate was gone forever is the reason I'm here.
I want to get better. That's why I don't want to go when Soda tells me to.
"We should get out of here, Emily. I bet you can't stand being in here," He says, and honestly, that's not wrong. I would rather be anywhere else. But I don't think I can just leave... I'll have to sneak myself. But at the same time, I don't want to leave until I know I'm better.
"O-ok," I say, running around the room, packing my things. That's when it occurred to me: how did he get in here? Visiting hours ended ages ago.
"So, did you miss me?" He asks, sitting on my bed. Suddenly, my I stopped breathing. I don't know how to respond. I missed him so much. So, so so much that I can't even begin to explain my feelings.
"I thought you died, Soda. When we got that regret to inform you letter, I had never wanted to die more. I wanted to be with you more than anything...." That's when my voice trailed off. A few tears streamed down my face as I turned around and grabbed the clothes out of my dresser. Soda came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I turned my head and he wiped my tears away.
"I missed you too, Emily. So much," He whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek.
"I love you, Soda," I say, finding my voice.
"You ready to go?" He asks, backing up. I look at him in his uniform. He looks so handsome, even with crutches and a broken foot. I'm surprised they even sent him home, but thank god they did. I wouldn't have made it without him. Knowing me, I would have done something stupid, even worse than why I'm here, and then I would have been dead. And I'm a little worried about what I might do when I'm home....
I'm not happy, just because he's back. There's been something wrong for a while, and I couldn't admit it before. Now I can, and now's my chance to start feeling better.
"Soda, do you know why I'm here?" I ask him. He nods.
"Yeah... I think so. Wasn't it because of me?" He asks. I laugh, but it was dry, fake.
"Yeah... All because of you, Soda. Because it was all your fault you got shipped halfway across the world. I'm so mad, can't you tell?" I ask my boyfriend, rudely. He stares at me, completely speechless.
"No, Soda. This is why," I say, my voice barely a whisper, but still cold and hard. I roll up my sleeves, revealing the stitches, the dried blood, my cuts. His eyes widen and his face pales. He's never been good with blood, that's Darry's job. Knowing my Soda, I'd expect him to gag, or look away, but instead he took my arm in his hands, and rubbed his thumb over it.
"Emily.... I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you again, honey. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry...." He whispers over and over, kissing my cuts. Suddenly, tears overflow my eyes and I can taste the salty water in my mouth.
"Soda, it wasn't because of you. It was because of me. I did something.... Stupid. Something that I never should have done, that I'll probably regret for the rest of my life. You'll never forgive me, Soda, and you'll never forgive him either, but it wasn't him, it was me. I'm sorry," I cried, crumpling in his arms. He obviously had no idea what was going on.
Steve. The kiss. I cheated. I lied. And now I'm confessing. But would that actually do anything?
A/N: Two months ago today was the last time I updated. This chapter, not including the warning and authors note, was 698 words. You guys deserve so much better because you're actually still reading. I can't believe how many people are still asking for me to update.
Yes, I took a break. My parents are getting divorced, so it's been hard. A bunch of other stuff is going on that I'm not going to get into right now, but I'm going to try to have another update out by next week. (¿?This weekend maybe¿?)
Anyways, I'm sorry for the long wait, but let me know what you thought of this chapter!! -Katy💕
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