Okay big intro! I know it's been so long! I've had a crazy life recently and now I'm finally getting back into the swing of things. Also, keep an eye out because I'm going to be starting a Jeid story as well! I'm going to add in some different POV moments (which will be marked) to shy away from the third person/narrator view sometimes just to give the story more depth. Also, at one point I'm going to be using song lyrics (Only 2-3 very small sentences) because the song inspired me for a scene so much that I just had to use it! But I'll put the credit for the song and artist at the end of this chapter so I don't spoil it. I hope y'all enjoy this long chapter you deserve for such a wait, I'm so proud of it and excited to see y'all's reactions!
P.S. - Have you any inkling as to what is going to cause them to get separated?? There was two very small hints in the last chapter. Take your guesses now. ;) !¡TW¡!
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EMILY'S POV-
I can feel the heat of the sun beaming onto me from my bedroom window and after a few minutes I can't take it anymore and realize I'm going to have to wake up for the day. After sitting up, I quickly recognize the pounding in the back of my head and sensitivity to the light that woke me. I wince and rub my head gently while pulling my worn quilt off of me and standing from the bed so that I can shut my curtains. I then sluggishly make my way down the hall to the bathroom so that I can use the restroom and brush my teeth. The faint taste of alcohol and smoke still on my breath is not a pleasant thing and I'm wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I couldn't help but to lightly giggle at the person looking back at me. My hair is no longer straight, and my makeup still remained but now messily. A quick flashback hits me of last night and I can't help but brush my fingertips softly over my bottom lip, reminiscing on why my lipstick is so smudged. An almost innocent smile creeping onto my face at the memory.
After getting myself cleaned up, I slip some black fishnet stockings on, a black turtle neck long sleeve shirt, and some denim overalls shorts. Slight banging comes from my room as I'm attempting to pull my black army boots onto my feet while standing and embarrassingly losing the battle. I'm in a hurry because I have to get to Derek as soon as possible. I'm finally ready to tell him my feelings. After last night, I know there is no way he doesn't feel the same as I do.
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Even though she was filled with excitement, Emily made sure to quietly make her way down the stairs. She peeked around the corner just as she did last night only to see her mom still sleeping on the couch. She knew she would probably get yelled at for it but she needed her report card signed for school since today was the last day of fall break and she knew she would be out too late tonight to be able to get it done later. So she decided to take her chances now and get it over with, that way Elizabeth would probably be cooled down by the time they saw each other again. She tried not to bother her as much as possible but this was one thing she couldn't avoid even as much as she wanted to.
Something was different about today. She could feel it. As much trauma as Emily had endured in her 17 years, it was almost like she'd developed a sixth sense to bad things coming. But she was trying to brush it off, racking it up to anxiety as she usually tried to do even though she knew the inevitable. She had grabbed the paper out of her backpack and was walking back to the living room, yet when she came around the side of the couch the paper fell from her hands, softly and slowly falling to the ground like a feather just as her heart fell to her stomach. Although that was a very different feeling. It was hard and fast and knocked the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes quickly filling with tears as she panicked her way around trying to find the landline so she could call for help. But she already knew deep down that Elizabeth was dead and her life was about to drastically change for the worse.
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DEREK'S POV-
Sirens wailed in the background as my sisters and I sat at the dining table eating our breakfast while mom was cleaning the kitchen and singing along to music that was playing through the radio. I didn't think anything of it though. This is Chicago after all so it wasn't a new noise to be heard multiple times a day. I quickly finished my bowl of cereal and carried it to the kitchen, washing it clean so that my mother wouldn't have to. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked to my bedroom so that I could get dressed for the day. I had taken my shower last night when I arrived home. Not because I was being extra responsible or anything but because my mind was racing far too much for me to sleep. It was all about Emily. Her face, her smile, the way her nose scrunched when she was trying to pretend to be annoyed by me and of course, the kiss. Well it wasn't just one kiss but the act in general. I wasn't sure if I was going to mention it to her because I was almost certain that she probably didn't remember it happening seeing as how drunk she was last night.
But that all wouldn't matter soon. After I had gotten ready for the day, I was standing in the bathroom yet again, to finish up everything by brushing my teeth when I heard my mom yelling from the other side of the house. "Derek! Come here now!!" At first I thought I was in trouble so I quickly started racking my brain as to what I had done but nothing was coming to mind. But soon I heard her true tone. I hadn't heard it since the day my father died and she was calling for me, trying to find me at the scene of the crime. Panic flooded over my body as I made my way to the living room. My mom and sisters are standing around the police scanner that sat on the table next to couch. We had kept it even after my father was killed. But I could see it on their faces that something was wrong. That's when I heard it come in over the scanner again, crackling from the poor connection, "One 30 to 35 year old woman; DOA from what seems to be an overdose. According to mail at the residence the name is Elizabeth Prentiss. I need the coroner out here and child services, seems she's left behind a daughter but we haven't been able to get any information from the child yet." I was speechless and my mom knew it. She knew that all I was thinking about was Emily and without a single doubt she shooed me towards the door as a way of permission to go.
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Derek hadn't ran that fast in a while. Even though he walks her home everyday, Em actually lives in the opposite direction of his home so it took him a good 10 minutes to finally get there. When he finally arrived, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, the first thing he noticed was the cops standing outside of the home but no Emily. He jogged up to them, and was quickly recognized because of his father. They informed him that she was inside and wasn't willing to leave or talk and gave him permission to enter and try and help with her.
Walking in, he first noticed the white sheet laying over Elizabeth on the couch. It sent shivers down his spine, remembering his father like that. But he snapped out of it and then let his eyes scan the room before stopping and locking onto her figure. There she was, sitting on her knees, slightly in the corner of the room, quiet and with her head bowed down. No movement or sound coming from her. His heart ached for her, he hadn't seen her like this before of course and he just wished he could take all of her pain away in that moment and forever. He slowly walked over to her and gently kneeled on the floor across from her, his hand softly going under her chin to bring her eyes to meet his, "Emily?" leaving his lips as he did. But when her eyes met his, he couldn't help but to get a bit choked up. It was like he was meeting her all over again. The frail, almost empty version of Emily Prentiss that was worn down and completely broken when they met that first day. Her black mascara was running down her cheeks, yet her under eyes were red thanks to the salt of her tears making them raw. "Hey butterfly.." He said in almost a whisper. That was all it took for her to come back unglued. She hiccuped a sob back, the tears quickly returning their stream down her fast as she practically threw herself into his arms. She needed him and only him right now and he of course wasn't going to leave her behind.
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3 Weeks Later
EMILY'S POV-
I'm sitting in Derek's bed with my back against the headboard, nothing but the moonlight peeking in. Derek has his arm wrapped around my calves and his head laying in my lap, my hands maneuvering to softly twirl his curls around my small fingers as he sleeps. My stare is blank and fixated on the wall across the room. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness at this point, seeing as I've been in this position for about 4 hours now. I don't sleep much anymore and this position with Derek has become regular these last 21 days. Everyone is reading me wrong, except for Francine. I'm actually kind of relieved that my mom is dead. I know I longer have to worry about her or put up with her resentment and treatment of me. My sadness and anger aren't because of the loss of her it's because of the loss of my best friend that I'm about to experience. I've been staying at the Morgan house every since Derek had peeled me off of the living room floor that day. But today was my last day here and only Fran and me know it. I found out a couple of days ago that child protective services is sending me to my aunts house in Boston tomorrow. I've been waiting to tell him and thankfully Fran has been respectful of that. So yesterday while Derek was at school, which I haven't been attending, I went and pawned some of the only things I had inherited from my mother that had value and done some chores around the house for Fran to get some money. I still only had 150 after it was all said and done so I quickly got to budgeting. I planned out our night; first would be a movie at the theater, then dinner at our favorite diner, and afterwards we could get a couple cases of beer thanks to the local cashier at Stop N Go who never asked us teens for ID thankfully and go to the lookout to relax and drink a little before I got the courage up to tell him I was leaving in the morning. I also had help from Fran to make something for Derek. We spent all afternoon while he had football practice, making a scrapbook. I put every picture I had of us in there and little momentums from special moments. Like the flower he picked for me on the way home from school that first day we met, and every movie ticket I had from the hundreds of times we went. It also had notes in it that were labeled. "Read this when you're doubting yourself.", "Read this when you're feeling alone.", and so on. I planned on giving it to him at the end of the night when I finally told him. There was one thing of my moms that I didn't get rid of though, a locket necklace. I had the matching one from when I was little. It was the one and only present she had ever gotten me and it was also the only weekend I ever witnessed her sober. In her locket, I put a picture of me, and in mine, a picture of Derek that way we would always have each other still. I must've finally dozed off at some point because next thing I knew, I was waking up. A warm hand was on my cheek, a thumb gently running over it and I could feel eyes on me. I pretended to still be asleep before quickly opening my eyes wide and shouting "boo!". Derek nearly fell off the bed at that and I couldn't even help him, all I could do was laugh which I soon regretted because I was then swarmed with his tickling to my sensitive ribs and sides. "Is it still funny now?" He questioned between his own laughs. "Okay! Okay!" I surrendered, attempting to catch my breath from all my laughing. Soon I caught him off guard though and jumped on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head, we made eye contact just before my lips connected to his. I soon let go of his wrists, my hands now gently cupping his face as his arms wrapped themselves around my waist. The kiss was slow and passionate and I couldn't help but to feel bad, knowing this would gone tomorrow. We hadn't discussed the halloween party and obviously I never ended up confessing my feelings to him that day but it was just something that happened. I found comfort in his affection and we knew that we both wanted it. It was just one of the those unspoken things.
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The two teens quickly separated when they heard Derek's bedroom door open, luckily it was just a smug looking Desiree standing there, a smirk sitting on her lips with an eyebrow curiously raised. "Mom told me to come wake y'all up, since you have a big day today." With that, she shut the door and they were alone again. Derek looked confused, "What is she talking about?" The raven hair girl stood from the bed, wearing one of his t-shirts and some pajama shorts and jokingly played dumb. "I don't know, I think you should probably get dressed and wait to see." She turned and flashed a smile at him before leaving the room to go eat her breakfast.
Later that night, after a movie and their dinner, Emily had driven them to the lookout. It was a popular spot between them. They went there many times to talk and get away from the world. But he was still confused as to why she had done all these special things for him today. She was the one who had just went through something horrible, not him.
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DEREK'S POV-
I grabbed the beer from the back seat and Emily placed the blanket and some pillows on the ground for us like always when we would come out here. We call it the lookout but the only thing it looks out on is the city that we are trying to forget sometimes. After getting settled we both cracked open a drink before sitting in silence for a few minutes, a slight awkwardness creeping into the air. Something was up and I couldn't put my finger on it. Before I could think about it any farther, I felt Emily's hand come to rest on my knee. "I have something for you. Well, 2 things actually." She stood and grabbed something from the trunk of the car before coming and settling back down, just closer to me this time. I was handed a gift bag with tissue paper sticking out the top. Yet again confused, I look at her, "What is this for? My birthday isn't for another few months and Christmas isn't for a few more days." She nodded slowly, "I know. Just consider it an early one." Still confused, I go along with her orders, pulling the colored tissue paper from the bag, I reveal a small black box and a book of some sorts. She takes them both out before opening the box and pulling a necklace out of it. "I know it's a necklace, and you're a guy, so maybe one day you can find a chain to go with it, but this is for you." She hands it to me and I pop the locket open to see her beautiful face inside as she pulls hers out from being tucked into her shirt and opens it also. "It's us. That way we're always by each others hearts. You know? Oh and this is a scrapbook. I know it's kinda girly also but your mom helped me make it yesterday and I figured you would like it anyway. Also there's notes inside from me, for you to open and read whenever you're going through something good or bad." I stayed quiet for a second, slowly flipping through the book, locket still in my other hand. I'm quiet and she's quiet. I think at this point she knew I was catching on. I took a deep breath in and looked up at her, "This is a goodbye isn't it?". Her face fell slightly, now with a concerned look that told me all I needed to know that I was right. "How long have you known?" I asked.
"A couple of days."
"How far will you be?"
"Boston.."
"When do you leave?"
She went quiet again, which made the wheels start turning in my head but I gave her time to answer.
"In the morning."
All gentleness disappeared from my face and I snapped my head up to look at her, my brows furrowed together now. "The morning?? Why are you just now telling me this?"
"I was waiting for the right time, I didn't have much notice either, but that's why I tried to make tonight special and why I made you these things so you'll always have them. I'm not happy about this either."
"Emily I understand that, I do. But you've known a couple of days and I could've been having these couple of days to prepare myself.." I couldn't help but let my voice crack at the end, fighting back the tears that were threatening to flow. "This literally can't be happening. Why are you leaving? Why can't they just let you live with us??" I questioned.
"Believe it or not, at some point in time my mom had made a will and she wrote in there that my aunt Valerie is to be my new guardian if she was to die so I don't have a choice and neither did CPS. I'm sorry. I don't want this either. Of course I would rather stay here with you. Who am I going to be once I'm there? What if I turn right back into that same old pathetic girl? Let's be real here Derek. We'll basically be in two different worlds. We can write letters and all that. But things will probably happen. We'll eventually lose touch and stop speaking and that's why I'm giving you these things, to help ease the pain of that when it comes."
Both of our tears were now flowing freely, our eyes filled with hurt and fear of what was to come. She gently moved the items from my hands and sat herself in my lap, straddling my thighs. She unclipped the clasp of the necklace and put it on for me before holding my face in her soft hands, bringing it upwards so we could make eye contact. "Derek, I know we never discussed it. But I love you so much. You've helped me through every little thing since we met, and you changed me for the better. Remember when we met and the connection was instant? I truly believe it's because we're twin flames. We've loved each other in every past life and will continue to do so in the ones after this. But twin flames aren't always forever. Sometimes, like now, they're meant to come into your life and teach you a lesson and then leave. You taught me how to love myself and how to see the good in everything even when it seems you can't find the light in any part of it. You taught me to be strong and push through all the pain because there's better things out there for you in the world." She now was the one choking on her words a bit, her head falling for a moment before lifting again. She rested her forehead against mine, the tips of our noses touching, and both of our eyes now closed. "I don't know what I taught you, that's for you to figure out. But I promise you Derek, in another life I would totally be your girl. We'd keep all of our promises and be it'd be us against the world. It just isn't going to happen this time and I'm sorry that I couldn't make it again. It doesn't mean I feel any different about you. You know that right?"
At this point, I'm a complete mess. But I manage to nod my head and say, "I know, but I also know that I miss you already, butterfly."
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The two teens managed to pull themselves together for the rest of the night, wanting to try and have positivity in these last hours together. They shared more tears, then laughter, and stories, eventually laying down to look at what little stars you can see in the city. Even though they would say their goodbyes to each other in the morning and prepare to most likely never speak again, little did they know that their story is to be continued…
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AHHH! So what did y'all think??? This chapter was supposed to have them meet again but it's so long I decided to split it! But do not fear, I'm not disappearing again and the next chapter will be posted ASAP because I'm super excited for the reunion!! As always, please leave a review and let me know anything that comes to mind! Until next time, XOXO
Song Credit:
Katy Perry - The One That Got Away