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''Three days.''

All night long I couldn't stop thinking about what my mum had said. About me getting hurt and him being scared. I'm scared too even though I won't show it. Soon, both mum and dad walked in simultaneously, sitting opposite me on the couches. I remember the last time they did this. When they told me they were getting a divorce also, I remember the cracking sound of my heart as it broke into thousands of pieces and the tears that fell when dad said we were leaving. This time I wasn't scared though- they're already divorced, what else could they do apart from get back together? 

''So yesterday, we spoke about you.'' Mum began slowly. ''Emily you haven't been the same since you moved here. You keep crying and locking yourself away. We cannot live like this any more! There's a university in London which has an art department better than Empire State and I already have a room spare!'' 

Clearly she saw my furrowed eyebrows because she sighed deeply whilst rubbing the bridge of her nose trying to think of a better way to say it. Why would I care about London and her spare room? 

My dad took over the speech. ''We think it's best if you move to England with your mum. Clearly you're not happy here.'' 

My body froze and my face turned blank. I stared at them for a while to see if this was some big prank they planned whilst I was away yesterday but no. I felt my stomach drop, twist and turn though what they said was true. I wasn't happy here...all I had felt is pain ever since Alice died and now that Peter was gone again too, the pain had gotten worse. 

''You're university application needs to be handed in at the office tomorrow. We leave in three days.'' Mum began to stand up to lean over and give me a small kiss on the cheek before leaving the room. 

''You're okay with me going?'' My voice was small whilst I looked to the ground. He didn't reply though gave a weak smile before leaving the room too.

Three days. Three days. Three days. That's all I have left to make things right. To make the pain go away because if I don't then it might never leave.

Immediately I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, finding my phone and scrolled down my never ending contact list.

        ''Hi Peter.''