Chapter 10: Emmerson

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Emmerson and I have been friends since the beginning of high school until now.
They have always been by my side no matter what, and I did the same for them. I feel the most comfortable when I'm around them, and how we met is even more special.
It was my first week of highschool ever, and I was lost in the halls of that prison. They saw me, a helpless junior, and immediately came to help. They gently tapped my shoulder and asked'Are you okay? You seem lost. I'm*deadname*, by the way! I love your pin!', and I have to say, that was the most warm approach I ever experienced. Since then, me and Emmerson were best friends. Along the lines of that, I caught feelings for them. But I brushed the feelings off because I couldn't bare the fear of rejection and even worse, the relationship not working out, and the both of us fading away because the relationship wasn't going to be the same as it was.
Even though I knew Emmerson is the person that brings me peace, I buried my feelings for them as if that was going to get me somewhere. But sometimes fear is more dominant than love.
Emmerson was hanging out with their ex-lover, and they got a text from a random person.
That random person was one of the people their ex-girlfriend was cheating on them with.
And when I said one of them, I mean there were MULTIPLE people.
So Emmerson was not the main person, neither were those people.
The person who texted them, asked them if they were in a committed relationship with Allison, their now ex-girlfriend.
When Allison saw the texts, she brabbled at Em to not trust those people.
Emmerson said'why are you so pissed off about someone asking if we're in a committed relationship?'.
Allison started yelling random things but Emmerson wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying, they were lost in their own thoughts.
I'm going to show you the texts and tell you, but not in detail, what happened to their relationship.

@Milkywayfan1737459038
Are you in a relationship with @allysonzlife?

                                       @c1ggarettesandw1ne
                                          Hell yes I am

@Milkywayfan1737459038
Bro I'm just trying to help you realize that your fucking whore of a girlfriend is cheating on you, what's with this attitude?
                                     
                                       @c1ggarettesandw1ne
                                ..bro what do you mean? If you say she's cheating on me where's the proof?
 
@Milkywayfan1737459038
Just you wait                              
                              

* @Milkywayfan1737459038  sends Emmerson screenshots of Allison talking with other people, Allison's revenge porn, and other stuff.*
                                       @c1ggarettesandw1ne
                                   Holy shit... Thank you for telling me, I'm about to fuck this bitch's face up, brb ;*
 
@Milkywayfan1737459038    
Exactly what I wanted to hear ;*  

                                       @c1ggarettesandw1ne
                                    You don't know how much this means to me, I really thought she was the one. Not to vent, but she told me she would never leave me, and, here I am. Leaving her, not because I want to, but because I need to.

@Milkywayfan1737459038
No problem, I'm glad that you finally came to your senses. She's not worth it. You're strong.
  *@c1ggarettesandw1ne liked a message*

Emmerson fought with Allison, and that was it.
It took them two to three months to recover from that break-up. He really admired Allison.
But they told me that it wasn't that big of a deal since the only person they love is me. I returned their feelings, but, I think the both of us were confused what that meant.
Was it platonic, or was it romantic?
I felt it in my bones, I knew there was something there, a deep love, the unrecognizable feeling I get when I'm around them, at that point Astrophel was just my brain trying to bury my feelings for Emmerson because I couldn't stop thinking about them.
Astrophel was nothing but a patch of my own imagination, caused by wanting to shut my feelings down, which triggered my illness.
The patch didn't cover the open wound. It made it bleed more.
The only person who could've sewn my open wound was Emmerson.
But letting out my feelings wasn't my plan for a long, long time.
When I think of it now, the words that come up into my mind are'Ah! Young romance! A saintly feeling no one can describe.'
                                       

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