A/N: I hope I'm doing this right, cause I'll be embarrassed if it doesn't upload. It's my first story, so please give me some feedback. Should I continue? This one goes out to the gods and goddesses of Naomily *cough* HyperFitched*cough* Thank you so much for reading!

Sometime in the daze that surrounded my spliffed up mind, Emily left. Her clothes were gone, her pictures that had framed my walls, taken down. The last reminder of her going was more of a blow than I had expected. I had prepped myself for this, seen her shrink away from me in her transformation into Katie. But it didn't seem to have helped at all, the slow burn settling into my chest, where it had remained comfortably for the last couple days.

I sat there for an hour, smoking cigarettes and looking out the window. It didn't help. When mum called, I snapped out of it. She sort of reminded me that I needed to move on, go back to the way things were before Emily became a part of my life. But not right now. This was the middle, where I was adjusting to the darkness without my love. I knew it would be easy to go back to the bitter sarcastic bitch. Emily had rubbed off my outer layer, and the cold she had been shielding me from would soon hit my face. With all the pain, I would resort back to my coping mechanism. But I felt wrong. Like I couldn't be me without her. Like she completed who I was, and complemented me perfectly.

She knocked down all my defenses and it was unbearable to even think of her. But all I could think of was her. So I stopped thinking. I worked slowly, methodically, cleaning up all the reminders of the last few months. I worked fast. My time was short. After this came the hurricane where my feelings kicked in and left me screaming on the inside.

I left my room for last because it was the hardest part. I didn't think I could ever clean her all the way out of it, no matter how hard I tried, and the thought was as comforting as it was agonizing. The room smelled like a weird fusion of the both of us, as if it had never stopped being ours when Sophia tore us apart. I remembered how I very happily embraced this when we began dating, not that I ever admitted it to anyone. I tried to sniff out the Emily, the smell of lavender shampoo and roses from her garden. It smelled so amazing mixed in with my vanilla-and-cigarettes scent.

We were right. Together. I needed HER. We belonged together. I was angry. How dare she give up on me. Couldn't she see how much I loved her? Didn't she realize how much she meant to me? I needed my best friend to take away the pain of losing my soulmate. But they were both the same person.

I felt like going downstairs and eating something, but the thought of the eggs I cooked for her, the girl who put her hands on my Emily, put me off.

I slowly stripped naked, savoring the chill it caused against my skin. I picked up an old shirt, one she liked to sleep in. It smelled like her. I tucked it close to me and curled up, lost in a reverie.

I would give up anything to be with her. I could risk it. I needed to give it a shot.

I lay there for a while, unmoving, even though my muscles were screaming. I don't know how long I was there. A solitary tear slipped down my cheek.

The buzz of my phone brought me back to Earth. I felt like ignoring it. But some irrational part of me hoped that it was her. Hi Naoms. I made a huge mistake by leaving you. I love you and I forgive you. I scoffed at my own foolish behavior and piched up my phone. The text was from Effy. It was short and to the point.

Freddie's shed. Birthday party.

I resisted the urge to pick it up and throw it across the room. As I closed the text, I read the list of names she sent it to. One name caught my eye. Emily.

This was my girl. I would do anything for her. I was going taking a chance, and I hoped I could get her back. Because if I couldn't…Well…