A/n:
This is a new Jemma I've been working on. The idea just came to me one day while reading Fourth Comings (Megan McCafferty). The story is in no way based on the book, and the plot line is completely different. I did, however, use the idea that Emma would write a journal to Jay for every day of the week. The story is completely finished, so I will post a chapter a day. Along with a chapter of my other story, 'Something Real', as you see I've been working hard. And I'm trying to write to the best of my ability, so please, if it sucks, tell me. I'm not going to stop writing, but I'll work on it more! Thanks! Enjoy (:
Prologue:
You were waiting for that reaction out of me. That biological reaction where my knees shook, my pupils dilated, my breathing slowed, and my heart, my heart raced. The sad thing was, I did feel that. You always made me that way, feeling embarrassed, shocked, self-conscious, happy, and sad at the same time. You always had that with me, and it will never go away. But I can't, I just can't. Had I still been the Emma from grade 7 who dreamed of a soul-mate and a proposal on one knee, I would have jumped for the offer. But I couldn't. I had to force myself to stop, force myself to walk out that door, and never look back. It had to be done; our relationship in general was draining, despite how we felt. It seems like all I do is make you mad, make you regret ever getting together with me. I can't stop thinking about Alex from high school, yes, lesbian Alex. She should be the one you're with, you guys had this connection. You just fit, like the pieces of the puzzle. But us, we're like trying to jam together to corner pieces, it's just not going to fit. But before I end this relationship, I have to keep my promise. That I would give it one week. I don't know why you asked for it, but I'm not going to take this back. Jay, I hope you know that I love you. I always will, regardless of what happens. So before I walk away, here's 7 days. Seven days to think about everything we went through, and everything that's been going on. Seven days to talk to people about how they feel. Seven days. I feel like the girl in the ring.