Letters to you

0.7

P a s t t h e p a i n

Emily wipes the tears from her cheeks looking back at the window. She couldn't feel anything for him anymore, she didn't want to.

She looks back down at the smeared writing from her tears. It was another letter, from him. He was asking if she wanted to meet at their favorite coffee shop.

Shaking her head she crumbles the note throwing it in the bin. She can't forgive him. What he did, ruined her. It was as if she was her mother.

She heard the story. She heard how her mother was fücked over twice and let herself be claimed by men. That's the only thing she regrets, she regrets wanting to be like her.

Growing up she saw her mother be the housewife, her love from her husband and love a wonderful life. Oh, how a lie it all was.

She didn't want to be walked over like her mother. So this is what she had to do, needed to do.

With a sniff, the blonde goes to her window. It's a rainy day, as always where she lives. She loved it. In a way, it comforted her, the only thing that can get her up.

Lying around looking at the clock every now and then she couldn't help to think if she were to go back to him, would it be so bad?

With her mind made up, she got off the white duvet with shaky hands grabbing at her sweater and uggs.

Daniel pulling at his ginger locks looks around the small cafe. Still the same as when they were 14.

Same smell, look, and people. Memories pop into his head as his emerald eyes look around at the walls, the couch in the corner where he first told her he loved her.

A cool breeze passes the warm shop as he hears the jingle of the door. With wide eyes, he watched as her slim figure walks through the door with no emotion.

"Emmy." He breaths out.

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