I started this after episode 2 of the new season, it's basically what i thought would happen if Emily hadn't gone back into the house with Naomi... From Naomi's PoV. More chapters to come if met with good reviews...not all doom and gloom i promise...just bare with me!

Emily Fitch...ridiculously clever, ridiculously beautiful and ridiculously in love. With me; Naomi. And even though somehow I knew I loved her too, the feeling at the front of my stupid brain was immense fear. Not about what people would think, I certainly didnt care about that. I was scared because for the first time in my life I had absolutely no idea who I was. I'd always been so sure and in a matter of weeks I was more than utterly confused. Id never felt like this about anyone, never mind a girl... I wasnt gay, was I?

Not that any of that matters now, I did an idiotic thing... I cheated on her with another girl. I have no idea why I did it, a realease I guess. I regreted it the moment it happened but I didnt tell Emily. I just wanted to protect her from my own mistake, I couldnt bare the look on her face. But truth will out, right? And regardless of how much I tried to prevent it, she found out and I practically felt the moment her heart broke inside her chest. I felt it because my heart broke too. It hurt. I'd messed it all up and now she wont even look at me. I dont think I blame her it was my fault. My own fucking fault. The summer of love we'd shared seemed so far behind me, so far away but the memories still burn my eyes with tears of rememberance.

I spent the final three months of college trying desperately to get her to look at me. The one small glance that let me know that on some level she still cared. Nothing. Not even a parting glance as college ended, for good this time. And my summer alone began. Memories that were all too clear flooded to the forefront of my mind.

'I'm going away for the summer, Spain, Cyprus perhaps, by myself, to do some thinking, you know, by...myself. lets just be friends ok?'

Last summer...part of me wanted to spend it alone, thinking about all the emotions that Emily had awoken in me, things I didnt know I could feel. But every fibre of my body had just wanted to hold her so very tightly and never let her go.

This summer, I would have given anything for her beautiful brown eyes to meet mine just one more time. For the corner of her mouth to turn up into that perfect smirk that would always send tingles down my spine. But more importantly I would have given EVERYTHING to have her in my arms again. I spent half of the summer going over and over things in my own head, staring at that fixed point on the wall in front of me. And I spent the other half of summer slowly destroying myself with drugs and a large amount of vodka. Hoping that somehow the pain I was feeling would just dissappear. It didnt. So three days ago I downed almost an entire bottle of Jack and knocked on her door.

I couldnt breath, all the pain I'd felt and the tears I'd cried over the entire summer smacked me hard in the pit of the stomach. Every ounce of strength I thought I had drained away and I just wanted to turn and run away or collapse in a quivering heap on the cold, concrete floor. But my heart wouldnt let me, for the first time in my life I was going to stay and face my fear. I was going to tell Emily the truth. Even if it killed me. It seemed like I had been stood there forever as I managed to calm my breathing to something near normal. That was until a red haired silhouette moved behind the glass and the door handle began to turn.

I felt faint, slightly sick and completely out of my depth. My vision clouded with a rush of emotion and one single non-relenting tear crept down towards my chin. I blinked. Slowly and precisely, wiping the tear from my cheek I looked up just in time. To see Katie Fitch stood scowling down on me. She on high sees all right? Well she on high can go fuck herself.

"You're not welcome here!" She practically smirked at me.

"I just...I just want to see her. Please?" My emotions got the better of me and my face flooded with the tears I promised myself I wouldnt cry. The tears I had tried so hard to escape. Tears that were meant for Emily and Emily alone.

"She's gone." Katie seemed almost pleased with herself delivering the knockout blow to any hope I had of getting my Emily back.

"What do you mean she's gone? Where? When?" The questions flowed out of me like rain from a blackened sky until I realised who I was talking to. Katie Firch hated me, hated the idea that I was in someway partly responsible for her sister, her twin sister who had been in Katie's shadow all her life, being gay. If there was anyone on this earth less likely to help me I would eat my hat. Figuratively speaking of course.

"You broke her heart, you really think im going to tell you anything?" Venom practically leaked out of her as she shot me down in flames.

"Look, I know you hate me, I know you wish I didnt exist but frankly I dont give a shit. I am completely in love with your sister and no one, especially not you is going to keep me from telling her the truth about how I feel." One deep breath later I was almost running away from the Fitch household. Every nerve in my body was strained as I tried to keep myself from turning around and beating the information out of the far too familiar face. But I didn't turn around. I couldn't. It had been nearly four months but everything was still too raw, too painful. I sighed at myself at the thought of not even being able to look into her twins face without blubbing like a fool. I felt like I didnt have the right to cry. After all it was my own doing. But these tears seemed different somehow, they wern't the tears of losing Emily. They were tears because I'd lost all hope of getting her back.

Ever since then I've just been sat in my room with the curtains closed. I dont want to see the world pass by. It's empty without her.

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