Emma's POV
The sun was setting and I was watching it with him. Tthe thought of it made me laugh. The whole thing was sureal.
"What?" he asked looking at me as if I were unhinged.
"Nothing" I told him quickly blushing a little. I didn't mean to actually laugh outloud because I doubt he could find the humor in it. Craig is a little too serious and feels a little too guilty to ever see the irony of our little situation.
"I should probably go" he said pulling me out of my silent reverie. I watched him stand and stretch. In the pale moonlight he reminded of me of a greek god. Well, a greek god in blue jeans and a studded belt.
"Ok" I told him pulling my legs tighter to my chest wrapping my arms around them. He leaned over picking up his guitar case and kissed me on the cheek.
I sat there watching him until all that was left was a shadow. Was he going home? Was he going to her? I guess I will never know. He doesn't tell me his plans. I guess that is for the best because this way I never expect anything from him and he never lets me down.