Ace Huxley's Daughter

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Give her space Emerson. I'm sure she just needs time Emerson. Don't overwhelm her more or you risk pushing her further away. She couldn't fucking get much further away! She's not replying to a single text or call. The flowers I've sent have been accepted but I have no clue who the signature on them is, it never looks like any of her names. I don't know what else I can do. I'm running out of options that aren't just showing up at her fucking house and sitting outside like some stalker until she speaks to me.

I need to know that she doesn't feel the same. That that's why she left. Because it wasn't ever anything that deep to her. Or that she left because she was scared. I don't even care what the answer is right now. I don't care that she left in the middle of the night. I don't care why she did it. I don't care that it's fucking killing me.

2 months. It took her 2 months to take the person I'd built over 24 years and shatter it and if 2 months ago you'd have told me I'd be this heartbroken over anyone I'd have told you that you were either insane or had the wrong Emerson. I don't feel things. Not like this. Not this strong. Even the London September rain wasn't cold enough to numb me right now, god I wish it was though. I'd quit smoking with Pops after her attack. They said it was probably making her worse and I don't dare to touch another. I don't want to drink or take something on the tinniest chance she calls and I'm driving across the city to get to her at 1am.

I stood in the rain, hood up looking like some menace to society. I had no idea what I was doing out, I just didn't want to be at home. All I do is stare at the ceiling and stare at my phone.

"I'm fine Conrad. I can get myself on the tube." ....

"I am not letting you get yourself home Olive, slow down darling."

"Can you stop?" Pops. I stood up straight, hunting through dimly lit faces for the voice that was echoing my name in the back of my head. "I just- I need time Conrad."

"Olive, you've had 3 weeks. And 6 weeks before that."

"I'm 21! I'm literally still a child and you're asking me to decide on the rest of my life. I can't even decide what to wear most days and you- you're asking me things like what material should our wedding rings be made of. I haven't even accepted your proposal."

"Olive you're getting wet, come out of the rain."

"Will you STOP. Stop telling me what to do!" The rain picked up and suddenly the crowd was running for cover, leaving a girl in a white dress standing in the middle of the huge pavement. I didn't move, silently unzipping my jacket.

"Olive-"

"No Conrad. I don't-" Her hands fell to her sides, exhausted, and defeated. "I don't know. Okay? I don't know."

"What don't you know Olive?" He was looking around for cover, trying to grab for her, pull her out of the rain. Bad decision mate. Getting her out of there aint going to cut it right now. She was passed it. I sighed, walking across to her.

"Arms out."

"Sorry mate, this is kind of-"

"Look. Conrad is it? You can have your conversation but right now my girl is getting soaked piss wet through and you're not man enough to even take off your jacket." I pulled my jacket over her arms, zipping it up and tugging the hood over her face. Not a single word left her lips, eyebrows and eyes saying she was so beyond confused with what was happening right now. "I'll be right over there." I pointed to the doorstep of some shop a few feet away, one hand still gripping the hood beside her head.

"How did you-"

"Right place right time I guess Pops." I gave her a gentle smile, walking over to where I told her I'd be waiting, shooting the quickest picture to Hannah I possibly could.