You know that feeling you get when something's wrong? Or the utmost feeling of dread you get in the pit of your stomach when you find out everything you suspected was true? "Why did you come here, Rose?" he asks me matter-of-factly, leaning against the door frame. Why did I come here? Why did I drive two hours, a hundred miles, for this conversation? I couldn't bring myself to find an answer to that question; I'm pretty sure I didn't want to find the answer to it, or maybe I just wanted him to prove me wrong.
I shook my head and walked down the stairs. I knew this relationship wouldn't ever work, but I didn't want to listen to anyone. I wanted to prove them wrong when they said long distance relationships never work.
"Rose, wait." I heard the sounds of his converse running down the steps. "We can work threw this."
"I did my part, Emmett. You're the one that doesn't want to work for anything. I've never even thought of cheating on you, and look where that got me."
"Baby please." he grabbed the door to my car, stopping it from closing.
"Go back to your girlfriend inside, I've got better things to do." I slammed the door and drove away, my headlights guiding the way to my future, without Emmett.