EMILY’S POV
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The first two weeks after Haiden and I mustered up a plan, I had to go visit him everyday. We mostly sat in silence, fake laughing while glaring at one another, but as I sit across from him, crying, I find myself vulnerable for the first time in a long time.
“Can you just stop crying?” he hisses. I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my chest freezing as I block my airway as I try my best to stop crying in front of him.
“Goddess, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Everything.
I can’t sleep.
I miss Nico.
I want to go home.
I aggressively wipe my tears, rolling my eyes as I push my back flat against the wall. “I have to sit here with you everyday.” I growl as I face away from him. I shouldn’t have started crying, but the overwhelming sensation when forcing myself
