Emma's POV

There wasn't anything special about me. I mean aside from the fact that I was on the varsity lacrosse team, the varsity softball team, the cross country team, and a part of the English honor's society but none of that mattered anymore not since I got confined to this chair. A month had passed since the accident, and in that month I had little to no progress in restoring feeling in my legs. Miranda, Tori and Jess all did their best to make me feel better, they all tried to motivate me to work harder, to move passed my anger to accept what happened and work to change it.

"Em?" I heard my mother's sweet voice followed by the sound of my door swinging opened. I only ever spoke to my mother when she came to bring me to physical therapy which at this point in my life was the bane of my existence "Are you ready?" She questioned slinging her purse over her shoulder bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet

"I don't want to go" I whined spinning my chair to face her crossing my arms angrily over my chest "I went yesterday and made no improvements, I went the day before and cried cause it hurt my legs so badly, I went the day before that and almost broke my nose because I fell so many times! I don't want to go back!" I demanded refusing to look directly at my mother, I didn't mean to act so cold towards them. I didn't mean to be so harsh towards Miranda, or Mom, or Tori. Poor Tori, that's all that crossed my mind when I thought of her, in my opinion she had it worse than me. Tori loved to talk, she loved sharing her intelligence with everyone she met. But now, now she couldn't speak without stuttering and instead of helping her I was pushing her as far away from me as I could.

"Honey, I talked to Tori yesterday she wants to leave for Dartmouth in a few days and I think she should, and honestly I think you should to" She admitted walking further into my room lowering herself onto my bed "You can't lock yourself inside your room forever. One of these days your gonna have to accept what happened and move on"

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one who had everything ripped away from you!" I argued wheeling further away from her

"Did I ever tell you about how I met your father?" She asked the sudden change of topic confusing me

"You said you met him when you were in college" I answered already knowing that it was a lie "But you didn't did you?" I challenged my curiosity on the situation instantly peaked

"I met and fell in love with your father when I was a junior in high" She explained wringing her hands together nervously "As you already know your father is a couple years old than me, so when I was a junior he wasn't"

"So was he in college?" I asked not understanding where the conversation was going

"No, your father was my English teacher" She confessed finally meeting my eyes "We had to keep it a secret because people didn't think it was right, my own parents tried to break us up, they tried to keep us from each other and for a while it worked. So don't tell me that I don't know what it's like to get everything ripped away from you! Because Emily your father, he was, he is my everything" I broke my heart hearing my mother talk about my dad this way, knowing that it was my fault that they weren't together, knowing that it was my fault that our family was broken.

"I'm sorry Mom" I apologized wheeling my chair closer to her "I really am, I never intended to hurt you or dad, or Ella. I didn't want to ruin our family"

"You didn't ruin our family Emily, you make our family complete" She said taking a hold of my hand gripping it tightly laughing as I made a disapproving face "Why do you hate that?"

"Hate what?" I giggled

"Why do you hate it when I call you Emily? I think it's a beautiful name" She stated the bright smile never fading from her face

"Obviously you think it's a beautiful name it's the name of one of your best friends" I began speaking quickly so she couldn't interrupt me "I know you only named me that because she helped deliver me, which honestly I still think is gross" I giggled clearly remembering the countless times she had told me about my early birth. She used to tell me every year on my birthday about my birth, she used to laugh every year at my behavior when she brought up how quickly I shot out of her in the elevator, she used to imitate Emily's reaction when she found out that mom was in labor

"I think it's what makes our friendship even stronger" She said getting back onto her feet "Now are we gonna get going or just stay here and reflect on the past?"

"Do I really have a choice?"

"No, not really" She grinned placing her hands on my wheelchair guiding me out of my room

"One more step" He said doing his best to motivate me "One more"

"I can't" I whined my legs shaking violently beneath me as I stumbled back into my chair my arms burning painfully. I had barely been on my feet for more than two minutes and yet I couldn't bare the pain, I couldn't push myself into taking another step no matter how badly my physical therapist wanted me to "I can't" I repeated rubbing my biceps furiously

"You can! Don't ever say you can't" He said crouching down to connect our eyes "You have to believe in yourself in the way I believe in you. You're strong! Now pull yourself up and take another step!" He demanded maneuvering my chair towards the walker watching as I wrapped my fingers around it slowly pulling myself onto my feet "Good" He observed carefully watching as I slowly inched forward

"It's like looking at a baby deer" Someone commented from behind me the voice sending chills up my spine

"Why are you here?" I asked slowly turning to face the voice just praying that he was really there, praying that he was really in the same room as me, tears instantly streaming down my face once I saw him his appearance drastically different from the last time I saw him

"Miranda and Tori called, they told me what happened" He explained taking a few steps closer to me "I needed to see you. I needed to make sure that you were okay, I needed to make sure that the girl I loved was alright" Hearing those words from his mouth drove me insane, hearing that he still loved me gave me all the strength I needed to get passes every obstacle "I love you" He repeated taking yet another step leaving only a few feet between us

"I love you to" I confessed stumbling into his arms amazing myself as well as my physical therapist as I pushed away the walker taking the few steps towards him on my own

Question(answer in reviews): Do you think Noah will stick around for Emma?