His warm lips against your cold ones made such a good feeling, you really didn't want to pull away, and your mind was so much of a puddle, you barely could process what was happening. By this point, you were so emotionally drained, you could care less. Slender arms where around you waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn't try to move away, like you could, you were too tired to.

He was the one to tug his lips away from you after a few seconds. "All the bad things happen to the girls who never deserve it… It's not fair."

Looking up at him on the verge of tears, you forced yourself to say, "I deserved this… I toyed around with Gilbert and Ludwig."

"I don't think you did. I think Gilbert toyed with you to the point where he just tore you apart."

You stood there for a moment and just stared at him. What he just said was exactly what you'd been thinking was going to happen, and from a bystanders point of view, you guessed that's what it looked like. Wiping your face of any stray tears that fell from your eyes, you turned on your heel and said, "I need to get inside now before we wake up my parents."

You could hear the rejection in his voice, "I'm sorry Emma. But… If you can bring yourself to forgive me and for kissing you, try forgiving Ludwig and his brother. There has to be a good reason other than what Ludwig said as to why he broke up with you."

You nodded sadly and reached inside for your keys. "Forgiveness is a key essential in break-ups. I should know." He laughed quietly, digging his hands into his pants, "Buenos Noches.[1]"

You could hear him step off your porch and walk down and out the gate, before you let the built up tears fall down continuously. It took you a few tries to get your key into the hole, but when you did, you threw yourself against the door to get it open, for you didn't have strange to push it open normally.

It smelt like home when you managed to drag yourself inside, only there was something unusual. The light in the kitchen was on, and it was passed the normal time your parents would go to sleep. You doubted it was your brothers, because they were out tonight, so you raised an eyebrow and walked towards the kitchen.

"Mom? Dad?" you asked, and stepped inside to see your parents, as well as your brothers sitting at the dining room table. "What's going on?" You whispered and pushed back more tears.

"Emma, sit down…" Your mom whispered gently, "We have something important to tell you."

Warily, you dropped your bag onto the counter and took a seat between your twin brothers. Looking between the two of them, you noted how they weren't making any action to talk or acknowledge you were even there. This isn't going to be good… You thought and looked up at your parents in slight worry and fear.

You watched as you dad rubbed your mothers back in a comforting way as she let out a shaky breath. "We know you've made friends here…" That was barely above a whisper, "Emma, you've got a boyfriend."

The last word was like a slap to the face. "Boyfriend…" you whispered and looked at your dad.

"We're moving."

"WHAT!?" The brother on your left yelled, accompanied by another yell from the brother on the right side. They both stood up and began arguing with your parents, while you just sat there, your heart sinking. You could hear from your parents yelling back that you were going to be moving to Italy.

But you couldn't take anymore, slammed your open palm against the table and stormed out of the room, and then the house. You didn't know where you were going, and honestly, you didn't even care anymore.

1-Goodnight.