EMILY'S POV
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Weeks pass by slowly, and the winter nights start becoming longer than the sunny days, yet not one single thing has changed between Nico and I in these past three weeks. We don't speak, and he doesn't look at me, not the way he used to anyway, and every time I breathe around him it feels like I'm standing on very thin ice that's just going to give out underneath me.
I lit the wood in the fireplace in the living room I've set up romantically, hoping he'd notice my efforts in winning him back.
I have his favorite snacks set up across the table with mini pies and mini pizzas in the oven that are almost ready and I moved the couch pieces around to make a comfortable place to lay and I've lit candles around the room.
I place the food on the table and anxiously sit on the edg
