It's about moving on

3: Of Fights & Explainations

"We used to hold hands, now I dance alone

We had Springsteen playing so loud

We danced in the dark 'til it felt like home

With you, home was anywhere"

Dean Lewis - Used to love.

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Emma's P.O.V:

I made it in time, the home was empty and void of any sign of life as it always has been since mom. I wonder why did I stick to the curfew when there was no one to lecture me anyway? Dad probably was sleeping to work from home tomorrow since it was a weekend, Caleb might be binge gaming in his room or studying for his upcoming midterms, and James, I am sure he is still having the time of his life at the party.

I wished things were like in the past when I was welcomed home by everyone's hugs and my mom's warm smile, but it seems that nothing is eternal in my life. After her departure, things took turns, but the huge twist was my relationship with my father.

We were so close but after her, he disregarded me as if I was the cause, and truth be told, I don't blame him. Their love was like the one written in the novels, so gentle and warm that I've been daydreaming about the moment that I will feel what they had. I probably looked like her and that's why he avoided sparing me a glance after her funeral.

I ascended the stairs and headed to my room to wash away the tiredness that the day imposed on my body and thoughts. I didn't have the energy to replace the clothes, I was just sufficed by tying my hair in a ponytail and wiping whatever outlasting makeup on my face. I bumped myself into the bed sighing then, I turned off my lamp and dozed off into the place where all the better realities, the dreams.

♫♫♫♫

Justin's P.O.V:

I headed to my bed gleefully without the usual insomniac thoughts, and the very reason for that is Emma. I finally had the guts to converse with her. From the very first moments that I stepped into this school and found her lurking in the shadows despite her high status in the school's hierarchy, and she ignited my curiosity.

She thinks that her past relationship is what broke her, little did she know that she is the one who broke herself by caring for everyone while neglecting her feelings. She reminded me of my closest friend back in town. She was similar to Emma yet so different.

I wanted to talk to her and get to know her so I could show her how to live with no worries like those that I saw in her eyes, I want to teach her when to uses the cold facade and when to warm up and most importantly when to feel defeated and bleed in pain.

I hate that she surrounded herself with the wrong people, not the good friends she needed. They didn't notice the times when she skipped lunch and ran to the library, or the times when she was eerily silent.

Even the dumb one who she felt the most to him didn't regard; their exchanges were cold and void of any emotions, whenever she hugged him he wasn't even representing the main reason for people to be locked. Embraces are supposed to be warm, like a fuzzy blanket in a winter storm. It should give the warmness to your soul.

I am not jealous, I just want her to move on. Guilt will make her heartache until her eyes get empty from the glint, and that, in my opinion, is the worst type of loss.

♫♫♫♫

Emma's P.O.V:

It was the weekend, which meant that I will be the one doing the breakfast, which also meant that I had to wake up early to cook it. I didn't want a habit like the weekend breakfast to die along with her. It seems that my tries are futile because yes they are all gathered around the table waiting for my food, yet they are in their own worlds.