One crazy, celebratory night.
3 confused finest New York bachelors.
A 24-hour food stall.
One confusing, domino-effect kiss.
After a disappointing day, Em decided to treat herself with a takeaway food. She was staring up at the menu on top of the st...
Short chapter this week too :( I've been very busy with work... and I've been feeling sad lately... :) But hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter as well! This chapter is written from Nic's point of view. More fun things coming our way, as both Nic and Emily go through life together!!! Dedicated to STXRLIGHTS- :3 thank you so much for all the comments and votes <3
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#10 – You Broke Me First
Nic Wilson
He couldn't stop looking at the shredded glass frame on the ground. It took him years to bottle up his grieve, and now, his mom had just spilled something he had slowly began to accept. The wounds deep inside his heart that had only started to heal was ripped open forcefully. A wave of emotions ran across his face from sadness, disappointment, anger, and then hatred.
With fury fueling his every move, Nic finally bent down to pick up the picture, the glass shards pricking on his finger. Trails of gloopy, thick blood tinted the old picture. Looking at that stupid girl's face enraged him. That useless, selfless girl. Nic gritted his teeth in disgust. He crumpled the picture and swung it away, throwing as far away from him—
Only to hit the forehead of another girl who was staring at him in confusion.
Emily stood there awkwardly, twiddling her fingers. She was smart enough to sense his mood and not ask any question. Then her gaze moved from his face to his hand. Her eyes widened at the sight of blood.
Nic quickly shook his head. "I'll be right back," he said.
And with that, Nic stormed out of his apartment.
Her gaze never left him as he stormed past her and left.
***
Every time Nic had too many thoughts in his mind, he would usually go on rides across the city. Normally, passing through the beautiful city lights calmed the storm in him. Speeding through the highway sent a surge of adrenaline, giving him confidence.
But now, accelerating down Brooklyn Bridge, the weight of his thoughts and the unshakeable guilt downed on him. It suffocated him mentally.
Don't look left.
Don't look left.
His curiosity took hold of him, and he craned his neck to the pedestrian walkway. A few New Yorkers were strolling casually, drinking a cup of coffee and talking to friends. Some people were out running for a morning exercise. It was completely normal.
Was it?
Nic blinked, letting go off one hand from the steering wheel. His press on the accelerator loosened as his eyes remained fixated on what was in front of him. Among the crowd, a young girl stood tall on the thick railing of the bridge, looking down at the cars moving past beneath her and then gazing across to the water. Her short brown hair flailed like the wind.
For a moment, she hesitated. A look of trepidation crossed her face. But the calm blue waters continued to call for her. Nic watched in horror as small girl climbed the metallic structure of the bridge. The voices in her head made her determined. When she reached the other side, she spread her arms, feeling the wind blowing against her. She was ready to fall.
No one around Nic seemed to see what was happening. His heart was pounding, confused why no one else saw this very obvious scene unfolding in front of him.
Panicking, Nic pressed the brake of his car instantly. The car behind him honked at Nic. Some even took a different lane and threw profanities at him for stopping abruptly in a highway. Angered, Nic slammed on his honk.
"Fuck you too!" he cursed before pointing towards the girl. "Can't you see the girl on the bridge—"
The other driver craned their heads towards the direction Nic was pointing to before rolling their eyes. "What girl? There is no girl!" the other driver screamed at Nic, giving him the middle finger before driving off.
Nic grimaced. His eyes grew sullen as he looked back towards the girl. Before her attempt, she turned her head, and their eyes met. Her lips widened into a smile when she saw him. She mouthed thank you towards him and leaned forward.
He blinked a couple times. By the time, his eyes refocused. The girl was gone.
Sophie.
This was an illusion. His stupid mind was playing tricks on him. Shaking his thoughts away, Nic began to drive again. But at that moment, Nic was certain on what we would do next.
He would not allow the same thing to happen again.
Not on his watch and not because of him.
***
Emily was staring out the window, her eyes blank, when Nic got back home. Her phone was on the ground, far away from her, as if she had thrown it away. Emily had scrolled through her phone and found out what social media had been calling her: bitch, slut, gold-digger.
Sitting on the dark wooden floor, she had draped herself in a red plaid blanket. The air conditioner in the apartment was blowing hard, making the room freezing cold. But the cold was the least important thing Emily had on her mind.
Slowly, Nic made her way to her and sat next to her. She said nothing as he draped himself in the same blanket. Emily kept watching the scenery in front of her, her eyes growing sadder every second. Her fists were clenched on her sides, ready to pounce.
"I've made a decision," Nic said.
She scoffed. "What decision?" She didn't even bother to turn her head to look at him.
Nic cupped her cheeks with his hands and gently turned her head towards him.
Emily flinched at his touch but didn't push him away. Nic glanced at her rosy lips to her glistening eyes.
"I will sue everyone who badmouths you."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Because I'm making you officially my girlfriend."
