Sharon
Tapping on the glass table in my office, I peered blankly into the vast space. I managed to convince my family that I was well enough to leave the house. Yet, I couldn't quit thinking about that lad: the youngster who beat me black and blue. Although he bore little resemblance to Emily, I had no doubt that he was in fact her offspring. He had it in his gaze.
Emily… my gorgeous Emily.
I never thought that I would have to face the demons of my past. Not after a century passed by. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back in my seat. Closing my eyes, I let those memories flood back. A little smile tugged at my lips as I thought of the day I realised that I had fallen hopelessly in love with her. The truth was, she made it next to impossible not to adore her. Her kindness and swe
