The Lost Girl ||Final Book In The Starbucks Girl Series||

Chapter 26: Love Hurts

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I officially suck at updating. I could tell you I have an excuse, but I don't I had finals but other than that I have just been procrastinating. I am such a lazy person..... Anyways. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. It has so many feels in it! I hope that you all enjoy it! Thanks so much in advance for reading it! Love you all so much!

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~Emily's P.O.V.~

"Ugh" I grunted as I pulled my suitcases through the door of the apartment where Maddie and Rebecca were living. They said I could stay with them for now, but I really wanted to find my own place soon. Rebecca had picked me up and dropped my off, but her and Maddie are working on designs for a new magazine so she had to get back to work.

I think I needed some time to myself. Some time to just sit here and think. With flying and traveling, I had just wanted to sleep. Dragging my bags down the hallway, I opened the door to the bedroom that Bella had lived in when she was in California. It was bare. All of her stuff had been shipped out to London. The only things that remained were her bed, a desk, and the white rug.

It was as if we had switched places. But this time I knew I was not running away from my problems. This was the best option for me right now. I wanted to get back into acting and have a fresh start. I began heaving my bags onto the bed and unzipped my backpack. Something unfamiliar was there.

Inside on top of my stuff was a sweatshirt. It was a plain black one with a zipper down the front. Sitting on the edge of my bed I lifted it to my face, inhaling the familiar smell of it. No. This was to much for me. Suddenly, something fell out of it. I looked down at the blue rug on the ground and saw a white envelope sitting on it. Harry. He must have put the letter and the sweatshirt in my backpack when he grabbed it for me. Reaching over, I plucked it off the plush carpet. My hands shook as I ripped open the seal. Another letter. Harry seemed to be able to express his feelings in letters, rather than face to face.

Emily,

I'm writing you to tell you that I'm moving on. Which may or may not mean anything to you, but honestly that is beside the point. Writing this letter to you is more for my sake, and pretty much has less to do with you receiving it and more about me writing it. You see I am a true master at not dealing with things. I'm sure you could see that, I'm not fooling anyone so I'm not going to fool myself anymore. I push all the hurts and the scars and the less than lovely things into deep recesses in my mind to forget about. That is until something small and insignificant arises that reminds me of whatever it is tucked away into those neat little boxes in my mind turning me into a complete mess once again. I can never move forward because of this. You once said you wanted to see me fly. In order to do that I have to deal with all the shit that's weighing me down and keeping my feet from leaving the ground.