His eyes widened when your gazes connected, his hand still holding your wrist after grabbing it to make you look at him. Your teary eyes looked into his, his own also getting filled with tears that made yours widen. "Y-Y/n?"
"Winter, I don't want to be friends." Emerson whispered, softly, while slow tears cascaded down his tan flesh. As if her heart couldn't break anymore, it did. "Why?" Her soft voice cracked as new tears coated her hot cheeks. "Because I want to be more than friends with you." Emerson whispered even softer. And with t...