So, I thought about something someone said the other day...or, a looong time ago when i first saw that Sophia unseen thing on e4. They said that Emily'd probably end up the same a few years down the line, so I kinda wanna dwell on that, write something out and see where it goes...so, here goes nuthin.
WARNING: STALKER!EMILY. Like...BIG TIME.
She's calling you, but there's no answer; there's never an answer and she's used to that. No she isn't. She lies to herself to ease the pain, to ease the guilt. She wonders where you are. Are you home? Are you at work? Are you with her?
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She watches you, but you don't see her. She watches you at work, on the subway, at your apartment; she knows your routine. She wants to tell you she loves you, but she can't: she's afraid. She doesn't want to hurt you, but she knows that might happen if you found out.
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She's watching you now. You're checking your mail. You're left handed. She knows because she watches you. Your life is her favorite channel. She doesn't need TV. She needs you; needs you to be hers from a distance, needs you to accept the gifts she leaves for you outside your apartment, needs you to answer your phone when she calls just to hear your voice. She hangs up without a word because she's afraid.
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You don't know she was in your apartment last night. You were showering, she was on your bed listening to you hum the same tune you hum whenever you shower. Lavender sifted through the air, gently invading her nostrils like a meadow during springtime. She knows that's your favorite scent. Were you using her gift?
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She sees you now. Watching you return from somewhere. Bookstore, maybe. She knows you love to read. She watches you. She bought you gifts: books. She hasn't seen you with "her" in a long time. Did you break up? She hopes so. Out of the cab, you stop. What are you doing? Her heart skips a beat as you look at her apartment. Did you see her? No. You couldn't have. Why did you smile? Do you know? No. You couldn't.
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She's watching you in your apartment. Watching you pull your long blonde hair into a ponytail. How she longed to brush your hair; hair that reminded her of sunshine. You're sitting on your couch, you pick up the phone. Are you calling her? You smile. Her phone rings. She answers, "hello?". She waits, watches you. You say, "it's about time you answered".