I opened the door, and was met with a tall, dark brown haired guy, with black skinny jeans.
He had tears in his eyes, and a thin layer of stubble pricked his chin.
"Emma I'm sorr-"
I wrapped my arms around his neck into a hug, in a pile of sobs. Dan wet my shoulder with tears, and repeated "I'm sorry" until his voice was inaudible, and cracked.
We sat down at the colourful chairs, dan sitting at the grey chair, and I sat at the blue one next to him, just like it was before.
Dans POV
She was there.
She answered the door.
Part of me expected to be left on the wrong side of the door, and her ignore me. I deserved it, I was wrong, I ignored her texts, and used alcohol to try to forget her. To forget the pain.
But as much as I tried, I couldn't live without her.
But she stood there, and she hugged me! And said she missed me! And even though things won't be the same as they were before, and we have a few bridges to build back up, we are okay.
"Are you okay Emma" I asked, holding the side of her face, which was puffy, and her eyes were bloodshot and red.
"No, I'm not okay"
I leant in to kiss Emma, but she turned away, but I shrugged it off. I can't expect to turn up after 3 weeks and everything be same as it was before. I knew that.
"I, Uh, need to get the washing out of the machine...I'll be right back"
Emma's POV
I didn't think it would hurt that much. Seeing dan. I can't act like everything is perfect, because it's not.
I didn't think I was mad at dan, but I think that's because I blamed myself. Blamed myself for letting Adam in. But I did nothing wrong. Dan didn't trust me, and that was where the problem lay.
But he came back, he walked in the door and expected everything to be fine again, and that's when I realised it wasn't. How Can I love someone that doesn't trust me that I didn't make out with my ex in our living room? If he can't trust me, as much as it hurts, but I shouldn't be with him.
I stuffed the last sock into the drier, and sat with my back against the wall.
I did miss him. I do love him. But he can't trust me. He didn't trust me that I loved him. I can't do this. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, a figure blocked the sun, and I looked up, with glassy eyes.
"Emma, are you okay?"
"No" I said, not making eye contact with him, and instead looking at the floor in front of the drier.
Dan came and sat next me and hugged me.
"It's okay, I'm here"
"That's the problem"
