Beck's POV:
Not even five hours after I saw Emily, I was back in Florida. I thought maybe being back home would make me feel better.
It didn't.
If anything, being back home made me miss her even more.
The minute I walked through the door my mother was on me.
"Beck, sweetie, what are you doing here?" She asked, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. "Is Emily with you?" She let out a gasp, excitement visibly bubbling under her skin. "Oh, I found this adorable comforter we could put in her room for Christmas, it's light blue, and, oh gosh, doesn't she just look stunning in light blue?"
She gushed.
"Mom." I tried to interrupt.
She ignored me. "I just know that she's going to love it and, oh! I was thinking about having a Christmas ball, because she looked just ravishing in her last gown, and maybe it's a bit silly, throwing a ball just for her, but like you said, she's just our little princess,"
"Mom," I tried again.
She looked at me, confused. "Does she not like the comforter?"
"She's not here, Mom." I told her, trying to hold back my anger.
She stared at me, her excitement visibly deflating as her face fell. "Is she coming to visit?"
"Mom," I took a deep breath. "I'm not with Emily."
The look she gave me could've melted ice cream. "You're not with her?" She echoed. "Beckett what on Earth are you talking about?"
I looked at her, my chest growing tight.
She stared back at me, her expression softening. "Are you okay, honey?"
I could feel tears stinging the corners of my eyes, my heart aching as I stared at her. "No," I said quietly.
"Oh sweetie." She pulled me into her arms. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't respond.
I couldn't tell her what I had done.
So, I cried.
I cried in the arms of my mom.
For the first time since I was ten years old, I cried to my mother.
And she held me, and she told me everything would be alright.
And it wasn't okay.
It would never be okay.
And I hated myself for what I had done to Emily, I hated myself for hurting her like this.
She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve the way I left her. She didn't deserve any of this.
I hated myself for being too scared to fight for her. I hated myself for hurting her. I hated myself for walking away.
"I told her forever," The words came out broken and jagged. "I promised her forever, and then I just gave up."
"Oh, sweetie," my mother sighed. "Sweetie, it'll be okay."
But I knew it wouldn't.
And I knew that she knew that too.
"I had an episode," I said once I was able to steady my breathing. "And, Emily was there, she was checking on me every day. And I was hurting her, I wanted to hold her, to tell her I was okay but I couldn't. I hate myself for it but I just couldn't care. I had nothing to give,"
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The Pact
RomanceEmily Caldwell is living the life she always dreamed of-playing the sport she loves and sharing a house with the best friends who have become her sisters. But despite her successes, there's a glaring gap in her life: her love life. Emily is utterly...