EMILY’S POV
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“I am sorry, but I’m here…Let me be here,” I beg and a single tear rolls down his cheek. “I want to, but how can I trust you?” His voice shakes as he speaks and I hate myself for it. I hate that I made him like this. “I’ll do anything, and I will try even if it takes me
my whole life,” I plead, but he just stares at me and all I imagine is wheels turning in his head. “I don’t want you to waste your life proving something to me,” he deadpans.
"But I want to," I breathe out shakily, "I want you." It doesn't feel like enough, "I wanted you from the start." he carelessly shrugs, and it hurts to see him be like this. "And I didn't," My honesty is all I have left, "But out of everybody in my life, with you is what feels like home," I notice the edge of his lip twitching up slig
