Chapter 37 (Emily's P.O.V)

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"I'm so sorry that I yelled at you," I say.

"It's ok," he says," but what were you trying to tell me about Paris?"

I look in his eyes. It is just to much for me to handle. I take his hand and lead him outside to the side garden. We sit down under the tree where we had our first kiss. I now take both of his hands, and begin to speak,

"My mom got offered a job in Paris. We have to go there for 1 year."

A blank stare covers his face. I put my hands on his cheeks, and he puts his hands on mine.

"Say something?" I ask him.

"I have nothing to say," he says.

I stand up, and my hands slide off of his face. I walk back to the school, and leave him to sit under the oak tree.

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