A week had now passed since i had seen Emily, when i took her back to mine and Phil's flat after i knocked into her. I had thought about calling her up and asking her if she wanted to hang out, but then i would talk myself out of it and do something else instead.
It was a Sunday morning, and me and Phil were working on our radio show for later that day, when the door bell rang. "I'll get it." I said, leaving Phil in the living room, typing away on the laptop. I open the front door, and to my surprise i see Emily, red circles under her eyes, her hair scuffed up, no make up on, her coat half falling off. Yet straight away as i look at her, i am knocked breathless at her beauty, the surprise of seeing her so suddenly.
"Dan." She says panting, and without another word she leans forwards and i instinctively wrap my arms round her, feeling take aback to be holding her again, after so long. We just stand in the doorway for a few moments, neither of us wanting to break the peace and comfort of the moment, but after a short while Phil shouts down for me. "Dan? Who was it?" We both look up, towards the stairs, the direction of his voice. I open my mouth to reply, but Emily moves backwards and shakes her head. I nod back to her, and then she grabs my hand and pulls me out of the door, so we stand in the hallway.
"What is it?" I ask, racing my mind through possible explanations for her odd behavior. "Dan...i don't think i can do it." "Do what?" I ask, trying to get a clue as i look at her troubled eyes. "I can't marry him."
My mouth drops open and i watch as she bursts into tears, leaning against the wall for support. I wrap my arms round her, and hold her up. Trying to soothe her, by stroking her hair. "Come on, come inside." I lead her back into the flat and take her through to my room, shutting the door behind me and hoping that Phil will leave us alone, whilst i sort everything out.
I sit her on my bed and pass her a box of tissues, eventually she stops sniffling and the tears stop streaming down her face. "I think you should me everything Em, right from the start." I say, sitting down next to her, taking one of her hands. She nods, "Ok, well i had been feeling a bit lonely for a while now, Mark is always out at work and i'm on my own at home for most nights. But it was today, we were meeting with our wedding planner, she was telling us about the church we wanted, how it was closing down soon and it would have to be next month or never and i thought in my head, never."
She starts crying again and rests her head on my shoulder, i feel her tears soak through my t-shirt, but i don't care at all. All i am thinking about is, the fact that the wedding might be cancelled. She sits back again, "Mark told her that we would take the last booking, for next month, and then i freaked out and ran out of the building and came here." "So, you're calling off the wedding?" I ask cautiously, "Yes...no...oh i don't know. I don't anything right now, it's all one big mess." "No, of course it's not Em. I'll help you sort things out, i promise you that everything will be ok."
Just as she calms down slightly, her phone starts ringing and she almost faints when she sees that it is Mark, "Shall i answer it?" I offer and she nods, passing her phone.
I walk out of the room, not entirely sure what i am going to say, but for the first time in over a year i am hopeful. Hopeful that i now have a chance again with the only person on this world i love. Hopeful that we will be together again. But, as i am about to answer the call and give Mark a piece of my mind, i realise something.
Mark actually hasn't done anything wrong. How is her going to feel when he hears that Emily is cancelling the wedding? Probably just as bad as i did when Em left me. Do i actually want someone else to feel as bad as i did? What am i actually about to do here? Ruining somebody's life, just because of my own stupid feelings.
EMILY'S P.O.V.
I sit on Dan's bed, looking around me at the familiar room. I pull my knees up to my chest, feeling like someone has shot a massive hole through my body. I close my eyes, listening to the utter silence and wondering what Dan is saying to Mark. How did i manage to get myself into such a huge mess? This morning everything was perfect, i woke up in my beautiful house, with my handsome fiance, who loves me, and here i am, having chucked everything i have ever wanted away.
I try to repress the dark, black feelings i get when i think about it and open my eyes and stare at the door instead. I jump, as Dan enters back in to the room, and passes my phone back. "What happened?" I ask, shaking with fear and nerves. "I explained everything to him, how you just got a little overwhelmed with the wedding planning and needed some fresh air. I said that you feel very sorry and worried about hurting his feelings and that the wedding is still going ahead." I stare shocked at him, again he has managed to outdo himself, how could someone be so amazing?
"What did he say?" "He was very relived that you were ok and thankful that the wedding is still on. He's also waiting for you at home and he say that you can talk everything out and it will all be ok." I feel relief wash over me, and i stand up and hug Dan. "Thank you so much." I whisper, "I mean it, you really are incredible, you know that don't you?" He grins and nods. "I'm just glad that i could help out, let me know how things work out, i hope it's ok."
I walk home, from Dan's flat, feeling a little lightheaded and another weird feeling that i can't exactly place. Something between happiness and regret.
