I Can't Let You Go

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Kit arrived home at around 11 pm. He saw his father called him many times, but he was not in the mood to talk with him. He wanted to arrive home as soon as he can. He knew Emilia will be there. He entered into his flat and looked around. The kitchen was totally clean, maybe cleaner than ever. There was a post-it on the fridge "Open me" . He smiled and did it. Em cooked. He just thought how he loves her. He couldn't think about anything else. He slowly opened the bedroom door. She was there. In the bed. She fall asleep with a book in her hand. Kit slowly removed it. George Orwell's - 1984. His favorite one. He was staring her for some minutes, then covered her with the blanket. He went to take a shower, and when he finished, Emilia was still sleeping. He cautiously laid next to her. She slowly opened her eyes. "Kit" she smiled. "Shhh... I am here. I don't want to wake you up." He answered. She snuggled to him. "Did you eat?" she asked him quietly. "I am not hungry, but I will eat all of it tomorrow, I promise" he answered. "Good" she half slept. She had no strength to bring up his father's visit. Maybe tomorrow. Kit started to caress her back, and she fell asleep in a minute again.

She woke up for coffee smell in the morning. She walked to the kitchen and leaned to the doorway. She was wearing Kit's shirt, what was two size bigger than her. "So now you steal my clothes, Clarke?" he raised his eyes on her. "I did not plan to stay here for the whole weekend, when i came out Friday. I have nothing to wear." she smiled. "I'd love it, if you don't wear any clothes." he answered immediately. She smiled and lowered her head. "Sorry. I know. I ... it was just an instinctive reaction" he told her and gave the coffee to her hand. "Well, your father instinctive reaction was quite different." she sat to the chair. "What?" Kit looked at her. "He was there. Yesterday." She answered and held the mug in her hand. "Why did you let him in?" Kit asked. He was shocked. "I did not. I am not an idiot Kit. I just... forgot to lock the door after you left, and he came in. My heart stopped when I saw him" she explained, it was still hurt her. He walked closer to her. "What did he said?" he became serious. "Nothing important, just ... he ... he just told me to get out of you life, because I am just a slut, and you're gonna marry Rose. Rose Eleanor Arbuthnot-Leslie." she tried to keep strong. "Em I am sorry." he put his arms to her shoulder and caressed it. "The most humiliated thing was... when he asked me how much he has to pay for me to leave you alone." Em said but her eyes were in tears now. "What?" Kit shocked. His hand stopped in her back. Em nodded and bitten her lower lip.

Kit was totally frozen. He did not say anything. "He will never accept me. That is obvious. I am not good enough for you. I am not from ... suitable class." Em continued. "Don't say that." He was mad and meanwhile he wanted to ressure her. "That is the truth Kit. You know it." Em was staring the mug. That moment he wanted to kill his dad. "Emilia." He turned her to himself. "I don't care what he wants or say okay? Nothing can change my feelings for you. Nothing. Especially not him." He held her face. "He never let this happen Kit. He would never accept you to ... give up the wedding." Em answered to him while try to avoid to look into his eyes. "Em. Look at me." He tried to catch her eyes. "Em?" He asked her again and she raised her eyes to him. "I don't care what he want okay? It doesn't matter. It is my life. My decision. My choice. And my choice is you. It always be you." He explained to her. "And I swear if he hurts you again..." he continued. His eyes were on fire. He was nervous. "Kit. Don't." Em shook her head and took his hand. "He is ... your father." She tried to smile. "To be honest he made it obvious at your birthday back then." Em stated. "What do you mean?" Kit wondered. "You don't remember? Your birthday reception at your childhood home. 2013." Em looked at him.

KIT'S BIRTHDAY - 2013

Kit and Em were together all night long, and his dad always followed them. He always made clear, in every conversation... Emilia Clarke is not Kit's love. She stood in the doorway when Kit went to bring some drink. "I have to admit I am surprised you can find an appropriate dress fof the reception." David stopped next to her. "Maybe my parents are not from royal bloodlines but they educated me well." Emilia answered sarcastically. "That not means you are good enough for my son." He added and drank into his wine. Em turned to him. "Maybe this should be his decision ... who is good enough for him and who is not." Em answered in serious tone. "I don't blame you. Every poor girl wants a husband like him. Good name, money and he is handsome." David continued. "It must be comforting for you we are just friends." Em smirked. "You'll never be more." He raised his glass towards her and walked away. Kit slowly walked out from the doorway. "Can I kill him?" Em asked him after she realized he may heard everything. "I go and talk with him now." Kit wanted to leave her but she grabbed his arm. "Kit. Don't. Do not make a scene, that would just... make things worse."