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PART 20

HIS POV ( Listen to Malibu Nights for feels )

I've been roaming my eyes around the house. I heard Emily's voice but I just can't find her.

"Where could that girl be hiding again?"

I went outside and saw her bike. I looked up at the sky suddenly. My eyes narrowed when I saw Emily sitting on the roof of my house.

"This girl is so stubborn," I whispered. I immediately went inside and climbed up. I opened the window and joined her.

"I just went inside. I didn't ask for permission because I thought you were busy in your cave," I rolled my eyes.

"You have a problem," I heard her sigh.

Every time she's not fine, she always sits here on my roof. She wants to be alone, just sitting while staring at the stars.

"Tell me," I said. She didn't speak.

I just stared at her. She glanced at me and was about to speak when suddenly tears started falling from her beautiful eyes.

"Travis..." she kept crying. I pulled her into my arms, wrapping her up in my hug.

"Tell me, Emily. What's bothering you?" After my second question, there was still no answer.

I just let her cry. I gently stroked her hair, feeling the wetness of her tears soaking into my shirt.

She pulled away from the hug and faced me. I wanted to wipe her tears but she did it for herself, just like I taught her. She leaned back and smiled at me.

This was one of the reasons why I'm amazed by her. After crying, she can still smile. After being sad, she can pretend to be the happiest person alive even though she's not.

She didn't look at me, just staring into space. I furrowed my brow because she suddenly became like this. I didn't know why or how it happened.

"Travis, have you ever been in love?" I was shocked by what she asked.

"I've had a lot of exes. Isn't that evidence enough for you to believe that I've fallen in love?" She sighed.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels great being loved and cherished by one person," I said, smiling.

"It feels great being loved and cherished by one person, but why can't we love and cherish ourselves instead? Why do we keep seeking love from another person when self-love exists?" I fell silent at her question.

"Travis, why don't you talk to me sometimes?"

"I'm too lazy to speak," I replied. She rolled her eyes.

"And?" I sighed.

"Sometimes, I don't want to talk. Not because I don't want to talk to you, but because I'm a boring person. I don't know how to keep a conversation going and interesting because I'm not a conversation starter. You'll just get bored of me because I really suck at communicating with other people, so I always keep myself busy. I don't know how to come up with topics. You can't blame me for not talking to you."

"You're not as boring as you think."

"Well, I'm still boring."

I left her for a moment and went back inside the house. I went to my room and closed the door. Should I let her in here? Is it time for me to show her everything I've been hiding?

"Maybe I have to," I whispered.

I went up to her again and nudged her. She looked at me with confusion. When we got downstairs, I stared into her eyes. She stared back.