Unexpected

Chapter 91.

Emily's POV.

I lock my bedroom's door behind me and take a quick shower.

"Emily, it's Sophia," Sophia whispers through the door and I run to unlock it.

She wraps her arms around me and I welcome her comforting hug.

"What happened? I saw you running from the party and Albert was running after you, what did he do?" She sits next to me on the bed.

"Well, it wasn't his fault though, I just want to know how he wants to keep our relationship if he refuses to talk to me about New York."

"So it is his fault. He's definitely a fuck up. He always says things he doesn't mean just to hurt you on purpose."

"I just don't know why we're constantly fighting," I huff in frustration.

"I do! Come on Emily, you want to be a successful lawyer, you intend to go to the University of Oxford, you're responsible and intelligent and you have good options of life and Albert is a boy that changed his course because he wanted to be near the girl he had a crush on, don't get me wrong, it was cute seeing him falling in love for you when he always holds that 'I don't care about nothing' look. But he doesn't have any option of life and he's a fuck up that is constantly angry with the world. You're nice, kind and innocent and Albert is a pervert rude ass and has an ego bigger than his own damned height." A twist of anger grows inside of me and I hurry to defend Albert.

"He's not a fuck up and he does have options of life. He's smart but you don't notice it because of his humour and he's very kind to me Sophia, you just don't know him so well like I do."

"Okay! Okay!" Sophia laughs racing her hands in the air.

"Anyway, that's exactly why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you keep forgiving him no matter what he does. You love him and he is in love with you. His clinging to you and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Deep down I do understand why he despises video calls.. It's terrible watching a person you care about away from you and not being able to touch it. It's so near but so far and it might get unbearable for both of us."

"So you're going to break up?"

"No! Of course not! I love him and we're going to work this out like we always do." I say looking at Sophia and she gives me a proud smile wrapping her arms around me.

"I should call Albert don't you think?"

"Calm me for what?" Albert stands next to the door stand with his hands on his jeans pockets.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.." Sophia says and leaves us alone.

I lay my hands on my lap and Albert closes my bedroom door behind him.

"I heard what you said to Sophia." He calmly says sitting in the chair in front of me.

"So I think it's pointless for me to say I'm sorry?" I smile and he chuckles.

"Naa I still want to hear you say it," He whispers and I chuckle.

"I'm sorry Albert, I've shouldn't said those things." I intertwine my fingers on my lap.

"Hey, it's okay baby."

"No. It's not. I'm no angel here. I mess up with our relationship too."

"Let's just not talk about it. It's normal to mess up in a relationship and fight.. We just seem to do it more often than the other couples though.." He points.

I stay quiet and stare at his eyes so I can figure out if he's upset with me or if he's hiding his frustration with sarcasm like he usually does.

"I love you so much." His pupils dilate and his soft words startles me.

He reach his hand to my cheek and runs his thumb along my bottom lip.

I close my eyes under his sweet gesture and he slides his hand to the back of my neck laying my head against his chest. His black jumper is going up and down along with his breathing. I know he's suffering inside. I can feel by his fast parted breathing. The last time he was breathing like this was when he opened up about his dad.

"But how for much long?" I ask and he lifts my head from his chest.

"I'm leaving and you're staying here, everything we have now, this, will be nothing but memories."

"You're not leaving me Emily." His jaw clenches and his pupils dilate gazing at me.

He runs his thumb along my scowl and plants a small kiss on my forehead.

"This will never be just a memory, because this, what I'm feeling right now is never going to change." He whispers and grabs my hand in his laying it on his chest.

"Do you promise?"

He reaches his hand to the edge of my sweatshirt finding the medal on my chest.

He holds it on his hand and smiles down at me.

"I promise."