Emilia

35: Emilia

-Emilia-

My gaze focused on the bit of sunlight that peered in through the small cracks of the boarded window. In my hand rest the worn out notecard that I had kept from Vincent the day that I had first came here.

It didn't look the same. The edges were dull and the paper was ripped in random places. His writing was not as fresh as it was from before. Everything was damaged-just like I was.

A tear rolled down the inner corner of my eye, pooling at the crease as I closed my eyes. I sniffled before bringing the paper up to my lips, placing a kiss on it before holding it closer to my chest.

It was stupid of me to still have hope that we would see each other again. But if I didn't have hope, then I truly had nothing. It was the only thing that was keeping me from giving up again.

"Happy birthday to me." I whispered sadly, staring at the window. My eyes fell upon a bird that I could see had landed on the window next to the nest that it had made which brought a small smile to my face.

Then, my smile fell as the bedroom door pushed open. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. There was only one other person that it could have been. It was the same person that I've been waking up to every day and going to sleep next to for the last two months.

I felt another tear slip from my eye as he sat down on the bed next to me. He placed his hand on my arm and my body instantly tensed. "Please don't." I said quietly, removing his hand from me. I didn't want to be touched-Especially by him.

"Come on." He sighed, standing up from the bed as he turned on the bedside lamp. I shook my head, still staring at the window as I wondered what it would be like to finally feel free again.

"It's your birthday, E. You may not be allowed to go outside, but that doesn't mean we still can't celebrate." He chuckled softly, pulling the blanket off of me and I sniffled, rolling over in the bed to look up at him.

"I can make you your favorite breakfast." He gave me a small smile, cautiously extending his hand out for me to take, and I looked at his hand and back up at him.

I swallowed hard, blinking away my tears as I placed the notecard inside of my pocket. It was weird to see him being this nice. He's been like this ever since that night in the bathroom, but I know it's only because he hasn't been drinking.

It amazed me how much alcohol changed his attitude and behavior. He isn't usually a violent person when sober. Although, he did have a short temper, and I didn't want to make him angry by continuing to refuse to celebrate. His patience only lasted for so long.

Taking in a deep breath, I hesitantly grabbed his hand as he pulled me up from the bed gently and carefully.

"Close your eyes." He instructed, my eyes hesitantly shutting as he stood behind me, placing his hands over my eyes so that I didn't peak. I felt my heart beat faster as everything went black. I didn't like the dark. It made me feel like I was back inside of the closet.

I tried to calm my irregular breathing as we kept walking before we slowly came to a stop. His body warmth left from behind me as the sound of his footsteps receded, growing fainter and fainter until they stopped.

"Okay, open." He said, my eyes slowly opening as I looked around the kitchen and living room that were decorated with white and pink balloons along with light pink party streamers. My eyes fell upon him as he leaned against the kitchen counter with a party horn in his mouth, blowing on it.