Chapter 2 - I'd Almost Forgotten
A few weeks later found Emma sitting in class, her chin resting in her palm as she nodded off during a boring English lecture.
She hadn't gone a day without thinking that ending her relationship with Chris was a good decision, and he looked like he hadn't worried about it either.
He'd already started flirting with other girls again, and Emma simply smiled at this. She wanted Chris to be happy...just as much as she wanted her own happiness.
But her happiness rested in one person alone, and that person was far away across campus somewhere, probably kissing his new girlfriend. I bet he doesn't even remember me anymore, Emma thought sadly.
She knew it was hard to forgive him for what he had done, for the words that had been said. But she'd always been a forgiving person, and what she wanted more than anything was to have Sean hold her again.
She missed his voice, the way he walked, the way his lips felt on hers...she would give anything just to see him again...
Distantly in thought, her eyes wandered lazily to the window by the door which showcased the empty hallway, and just as she focused her eyes on it, she saw none other than Sean walk by, tardy slip in hand.
Her eyes growing wide, she saw her chance. If she could maybe just...talk to him again, maybe he'd want to...no, it wasn't likely...but at least she could talk to him.
Raising her hand impulsively, she got her teachers attention. "May I please use the restroom?" she asked politely. At a quick nod from her teacher, Emma bolted out of the classroom and into the hall.
She could see Sean stalking off towards his class, and could feel her heart beating faster then ever.
"Sean!" she called, running towards him as he turned around.
His heart leapt up into his throat as she watched Emma race towards him. His breath became raspy as anxiousness to hear her voice again controlled him.
"Emma." He muttered softly as she approached him, his brows falling in sorrow and longing to touch her again.
Emma felt shaky as she stopped in front of him, her dark, hazel eyes sharp on his. She felt weak, but knew she had to act strong.
"Sean...I-I really want to talk to you." She said softly, almost in a whisper. The sad look on his face brought stinging tears to her eyes.
"Emma..."
"I...I'm not with Chris anymore...we broke up."
Sean felt what could have been hope spring up into him as he heard her words. Why was she crying? He thought sadly. Did I cause her this much damage?
"Don't cry..." he said quietly, dying to touch her face again. He was scared, though, scared that she would wince and shy away like she had the last time he'd reached for her. He felt that there was nothing he could do but stand there and look like a fool while she cried.
"I don't know why I came out here...I just thought that maybe, maybe we could...talk, or something..." Emma said, her eyes casted downwards in embarrassment at her tears.
"Do you think this is a good time? Maybe I should call you, or meet you after school..."
Emma looked up at him, her eyes showcasing her pain. "It's so hard to see you again...and yet, I never realized how much I missed it until you were gone."
Sean couldn't believe his ears. Was she really coming back to him?
"Are you saying that you want to..."
"No...I know you're...tied up...I just wanted to let you know how I felt."
"Tied up?"
"With Ellie...aren't you two seeing each other?"
Sean almost laughed. He couldn't believe his luck. "No, actually...we broke up a few weeks ago."
Emma felt a smile come over her face. "Really?"
"Really." Sean replied, smiling himself as he came closer to her. His hands shakily wandered up the sides of her arms, and as she leaned up towards his face he inhaled deeply.
She kissed him softly, sweetly, the way a shy girl kisses for the first time. And at that moment, he wanted nothing else but to kiss her forever.
Breaking away, Emma stared up at him, her eyes dreamy and her heart in her throat. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in close to him, letting her head rest comfortably against his chest.
She could hear his heart beat steadily against her ear, and with every beat she wanted to cry.
This was too good to be true...she thought wildly. Backing away slowly, she gazed up at him and teased his lips with her own, feeling him slightly shudder against her.
He'd never felt this, this sort of need before in his life. This need to give, this need to love...to love her. He'd never wanted anything more desperately than how he wanted her right then.
"Emma...I think you should get back to class." He said, almost painfully, a weakened grin coming across his face. Emma smiled back, knowing he was right.
If she didn't get back soon, her teacher might start to suspect something.
"Alright...do you want to walk me home, after school?"
"Sure." He replied, kissing her lips briefly before turning around and heading towards his class.
Emma lingered for a moment, her hand raising up to touch her lips. He was hers again...she hadn't sent him away for good.
As she went back to class, she stepped lighter, more freely. She had a permanent grin on her face, and as she entered the classroom and took her seat, she rested her face against one palm and gazed out at nothing.
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A few weeks later found Emma sitting in class, her chin resting in her palm as she nodded off during a boring English lecture.
She hadn't gone a day without thinking that ending her relationship with Chris was a good decision, and he looked like he hadn't worried about it either.
He'd already started flirting with other girls again, and Emma simply smiled at this. She wanted Chris to be happy...just as much as she wanted her own happiness.
But her happiness rested in one person alone, and that person was far away across campus somewhere, probably kissing his new girlfriend. I bet he doesn't even remember me anymore, Emma thought sadly.
She knew it was hard to forgive him for what he had done, for the words that had been said. But she'd always been a forgiving person, and what she wanted more than anything was to have Sean hold her again.
She missed his voice, the way he walked, the way his lips felt on hers...she would give anything just to see him again...
Distantly in thought, her eyes wandered lazily to the window by the door which showcased the empty hallway, and just as she focused her eyes on it, she saw none other than Sean walk by, tardy slip in hand.
Her eyes growing wide, she saw her chance. If she could maybe just...talk to him again, maybe he'd want to...no, it wasn't likely...but at least she could talk to him.
Raising her hand impulsively, she got her teachers attention. "May I please use the restroom?" she asked politely. At a quick nod from her teacher, Emma bolted out of the classroom and into the hall.
She could see Sean stalking off towards his class, and could feel her heart beating faster then ever.
"Sean!" she called, running towards him as he turned around.
His heart leapt up into his throat as she watched Emma race towards him. His breath became raspy as anxiousness to hear her voice again controlled him.
"Emma." He muttered softly as she approached him, his brows falling in sorrow and longing to touch her again.
Emma felt shaky as she stopped in front of him, her dark, hazel eyes sharp on his. She felt weak, but knew she had to act strong.
"Sean...I-I really want to talk to you." She said softly, almost in a whisper. The sad look on his face brought stinging tears to her eyes.
"Emma..."
"I...I'm not with Chris anymore...we broke up."
Sean felt what could have been hope spring up into him as he heard her words. Why was she crying? He thought sadly. Did I cause her this much damage?
"Don't cry..." he said quietly, dying to touch her face again. He was scared, though, scared that she would wince and shy away like she had the last time he'd reached for her. He felt that there was nothing he could do but stand there and look like a fool while she cried.
"I don't know why I came out here...I just thought that maybe, maybe we could...talk, or something..." Emma said, her eyes casted downwards in embarrassment at her tears.
"Do you think this is a good time? Maybe I should call you, or meet you after school..."
Emma looked up at him, her eyes showcasing her pain. "It's so hard to see you again...and yet, I never realized how much I missed it until you were gone."
Sean couldn't believe his ears. Was she really coming back to him?
"Are you saying that you want to..."
"No...I know you're...tied up...I just wanted to let you know how I felt."
"Tied up?"
"With Ellie...aren't you two seeing each other?"
Sean almost laughed. He couldn't believe his luck. "No, actually...we broke up a few weeks ago."
Emma felt a smile come over her face. "Really?"
"Really." Sean replied, smiling himself as he came closer to her. His hands shakily wandered up the sides of her arms, and as she leaned up towards his face he inhaled deeply.
She kissed him softly, sweetly, the way a shy girl kisses for the first time. And at that moment, he wanted nothing else but to kiss her forever.
Breaking away, Emma stared up at him, her eyes dreamy and her heart in her throat. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her in close to him, letting her head rest comfortably against his chest.
She could hear his heart beat steadily against her ear, and with every beat she wanted to cry.
This was too good to be true...she thought wildly. Backing away slowly, she gazed up at him and teased his lips with her own, feeling him slightly shudder against her.
He'd never felt this, this sort of need before in his life. This need to give, this need to love...to love her. He'd never wanted anything more desperately than how he wanted her right then.
"Emma...I think you should get back to class." He said, almost painfully, a weakened grin coming across his face. Emma smiled back, knowing he was right.
If she didn't get back soon, her teacher might start to suspect something.
"Alright...do you want to walk me home, after school?"
"Sure." He replied, kissing her lips briefly before turning around and heading towards his class.
Emma lingered for a moment, her hand raising up to touch her lips. He was hers again...she hadn't sent him away for good.
As she went back to class, she stepped lighter, more freely. She had a permanent grin on her face, and as she entered the classroom and took her seat, she rested her face against one palm and gazed out at nothing.
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