I had two options right now: one is to run to Jace's house and convince him that we should give each other a try or two is to just let him be with what he wanted. Of course I was going to choose the first.
I was standing by the window, leaning over to the windowsill and looking over at Jace's closed window. There was a light in his room and I'd seen some movements but he was not making any move towards the window.
I took a deep breath and shouted, "Jace!" No answer. "Jace," I called again. Still no answer. I felt a tear trickled down my face. "Jace," I said but it was more of a whisper now. I looked down and wiped the tears. This was ridiculous. If he didn't want me to like him, why should I stay and convince him?
But that question vanished when I heard someone called my name.
"Emma."
It's not Jace. It's his mom with a sad look on her face. Where Jace might be?
"Do you want to come with me? Jace is not here; he's at the hospital," she said.
My eyes widened in surprise. "What happened? He was okay. He was..."
"Just come with me," she suggested.
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my cardigan and ran downstairs. I saw grandma sitting on the couch. "I'm going out," I said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Where?" she asked.
By that time, I was already by the door. Before I closed it behind me, I answered, "I'm going to see Jace."
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From Afar
Poetry"I knew there’s magic between two people who falls in love with each other. That there was this invisible tie that cupid connected to their pinky fingers. And I was thinking, maybe cupid did that to us as well." ~ Emma
