Emma is typing...
Emma: I love you.
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Closing the door behind me, I adjusted my backpack; ready to head off to school once more. The rain pummelled down, cold bites of water pattered down onto my face like little droplets of chilling ice being sent from the heavens. The clouds covered the sky in grey masses. They weren't the usual comforting soft clouds that blocked the way to a summer sky; these clouds were menacing and dark, covering every inch of the sky as if the world were ending.
Hesitantly, I walked forward, a sharp feeling of anxiety wrapping around my stomach; I was to see Emma once again.
