When Ema woke up the next morning, Klavier was already moving around, packing her things. Lana still could not get away from work, therefore trusting Klavier to bring Ema home, without realizing he rode a motorcycle.
Luckily, Klavier relented to letting Ema walk, as long as he kept an arm around her waist for balance, so Ema was spared the embarrassment of being carried out of the hospital.
When they arrived at Ema's empty apartment, he demanded that she sit down and headed to the kitchen to find her something to eat.
Ema sat on the couch, mindlessly playing with her pink sunglasses. As much as it felt nice to be pampered by Klavier like this, she knew it wouldn't last.
The longer you lie to yourself now, the more it'll hurt in the end. Just tell him!
Klavier returned several minutes later. "There's no food in you kitch-" he stopped short when he saw Ema's disheartened expression.
"Fraulein, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside her.
Ema blinked back the prickling moisture in her eyes and forced herself to talk.
"Klavier…you really don't need to do all this. Honestly, none of what happened was your fault and you don't have to act like you like me because you feel guilty," Ema managed to choke out.
There was a short silence before Klavier lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. The expression in his eyes was unreadable.
"You think…I'm pretending?"
Ema averted her eyes and shrugged slightly.
"Fraulein…you have no idea how long I've had my eyes on you. But you were so unlike other girls; you never seemed to show any interest in me and I didn't think you would ever feel the same way. So I tried to treat you the way I would treat any girl I knew." He paused for a moment, trying to read her expression.
"And then, that night when you were shot, I realized how much you meant to me. During those three days that you were unconscious, I vowed that I would treasure every moment with you from then on. I was afraid to leave your bedside. I was scared that if I left you for a moment, something would happen and I would lose you forever." He touched her face gently.
"I took your presence in my life for granted. Never again will I make that mistake."
Klavier's words caused Ema to look back into his eyes.
"Ema…don't you understand?
…I love you," his last three words were whispered, his blue eyes pleading, begging her to believe what he was saying.
Ema's eyes suddenly watered and her expression became one of a vulnerable child's.
"Do you really mean it?" she asked, her bottom lip trembling.
A relieved smile broke across his face as he pulled her tightly against his chest. He whispered in her ear, "You're the only one I will ever love, my dearest Fraulein."
That night, the two of them sat under the stars with her settled contentedly in his lap as he strummed his guitar. As the notes played on and he rocked her gently back and forth, he sang to her, low and sweet.
Sugar, Sugar…
O that night, in your embrace
When you stole the keys
My heart held on to so tight…