The Past: Age 29 (Still 29)

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Arm and arm, Corbin and I walked back to the house, smiling ear-to-ear.

"Emmie, thank you so much." He said, stopping to turn to me. I locked my eyes wit his, taking his hands. "Of course." I got into my tip-toes, kissing his forehead. We continued to walk, until we got back to the house. "So Corbin," I started. "Are you exited of becoming Embers father?" I asked him curiously.

He sighed, looking at me. "Emerson, I'm really looking forward to it, but..." He trailed off.

"I just wish I was her real father." Ouch, that must've hurt. I nodded, understanding. "I know, but her real father, well...Wasn't technically...her father." He stopped me. "You see, but it is." I sighed. "Corbin, I have an idea."

"Well? Let's hear it. I'm all ears." I leaned in, mumbling it to him. "I want you to write a letter to Ember when she's older, then take her on a Hiking trip and give it to her personally then. Alright?" He nodded. "Will you help me write it?" He asked with a bit of concern. "Of course I will."

He sighed. "Thank you. I've never really been good with words." I laughed at him as we kept walking. "Besides, she's too young right now to even know that you're not her real father. She'll think that you were her dad all along." I told him, trying to reassure him.

He nodded as we approached the door.

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As we walked in, I stretched, putting my hands above my head. I guess I never was really bothered by the scars until this very moment. I could hear a small 'Hm' come out of Corbins' lips. He turned me around, lifting up my sleeves.

Oh Jesus! I never showed him the scars on my arms!

He rolled my arms over in his palms, looking at my built arms. "Emerson...What happened? Were you attacked while I was out one day or-" "No." I stopped him, gently pulling my arms away. I yanked down my sleeves, walking into my room, locking the door. How in the world was I supposed to explain this to him? It seemed easy, yet there was something blocking me from saying anything.

I mean, I haven't told him about the depression or anything because...He's only seen me as the woman I am today, which he helped me become. But the person who I was in the past, was not this happy woman.

A tortured soul who never seemed to get a break on pain and heartbreak, someone who was always unhappy with her choices, someone who tried to fix her wrongs and could never make the right choices. Someone who wanted her dad to get better, but never did. Someone that tried her best to make other smile when she couldn't. I thought to myself, burying my face in my hands, laying down on the bed. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I just sat there. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. It just started pouring out.

Thanks, female-ism.

Clearly Corbin knew I was upset, because I could hear him getting a hair pin out, trying to unlock the door.

"Emmie? Are you okay?" I could hear his muffled voice through the door as he jiggled at the lock.

After a while of using the hairpin to get into my room, he burst in, sitting on the bed. He ran a hand through my hair as he tried to calm my down. The pillow had tears all over it and I could feel them drying to my face now, but I didn't care.

He gently took my head, placing it on his thigh. We both stared at the door as he continued to stroke my hair. "Emerson, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you-" "No, It's okay. I should've told you a long time ago." I cut in, sighing. He looked down me, letting out another small sigh. "So, is it okay to ask you what happened?" He let me sit up as he wiped some tears from my eyes with his thumb.

"Yeah, I'll tell you." I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Continue," I thought for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "Okay so..."

I told him all about how I met my 'Highschool Crush' and how I got all upset over a breakup, how I got angry at myself so I started physically injuring myself, and mentally, and how I had gotten imprisoned after my walk down from the beach, how I met two new people, how the Flash happened, how I lost my mother, how I ended up with Gail, and then up to the point where I met him, and the rest is history.

He looked at me in shock and slight horror.

Great, this was what I was afraid of. I knew I shouldn't have told him!

After what seemed like the longest silence of all history, Corbin sighed, breaking the awkwardness between us.

He sighed, taking my hands. "You know what, Emmie, that person was the past. I'm dealing with the present, and things like that aren't important. Alright?" I smiled slightly, nodding my head. "Thanks, Corbin." I put my head onto his shoulder, sighing.



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