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PROMPT: There's a map on my heart that leads to the place I met you the very first time.

I knew exactly where he would be. That's how well we knew each other. How we ended up in this fucking mess was beyond me. This wasn't how I pictured it playing out. But there's not much I could do to change it.

"People are looking for you," I told Emmett as I sat next to him, wrapping my arms around myself as some form of protection.

"Yeah," was all he said. His eyes were fixed on the road before him, watching the traffic as it passed, each on their own journey.

This was our spot. It wasn't anything special—a bench in front of the main road into Forks—but to us, it was special. It was where we first met, had our first kiss, and exchanged our first 'I love yous'.

"You need to go back to the hospital," I told him gently, knowing that, at the moment, he wanted to be anywhere else. But he had a duty–a role to fulfil.

"I know." His voice seemed so different. The happy tone that was usually laced through his words was gone. "I'm just… figuring things out."

"What's there to figure out?" I don't know why I asked.

Running a hand through his short hair, he sighed deeply. "Everything." He shook his head. "I don't know how we got here, Rose."

For the first time since I sat down, he looked at me. He was exhausted. Dark bags sat under his eyes, and a rumpled T-shirt and jeans covered his body.

"Neither do I," I admitted in a quiet voice.

We'd been good up until a year ago. The distance became too much. Travelling back and forth wasn't possible with our final exams, and our relationship slid onto the back burner. The phone calls and texts stopped. Then, we both had to face reality. We'd driven to the halfway point between the colleges. We'd both cried. It had been one of the hardest days of my life.

About six months after that, I had headed back home for the weekend, only for my parents to drop the bombshell that Emmett would become a father.

That had hurt.

At one time, Emmett and I had been planning our future. We'd both go to college, get jobs, maybe travel a bit, and then settle down and have a family.

It pained me to know that he was doing it with someone else. But we'd broken up. I'd thrown myself into my course, putting all my energy into finishing successfully and graduating with a degree I could be proud of. Emmett had clearly found other ways to distract himself.

That brought us to now. Emmett had returned to town after his own graduation, Jessica in tow and heavily pregnant with their child. She'd gone into labour yesterday, and the baby had been born in the early hours of the morning. Emmett had been there throughout the birth, the one to cut the baby's cord and the first one to hold the baby. Then, he'd disappeared. No one could find him.

His mom had called me in a panic, tears in her voice as she told me she was a Grandma, but Emmett had disappeared–did I know where he was?

Of course, I did. I came to this spot, too, when I needed time to think. I'm surprised no one figured to look for him here. It wasn't exactly secluded or hidden.

"I'm going to make this right," Emmett told me, eyes returning to the passing traffic.

"There's nothing to make right," I responded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Yes, there is." There was an air of determination in his voice. "I messed everything up, and now I need to sort my shit out."

"You need to go and be with Jessica and your baby." My body physically hurt when I said those words. Tears stung my eyes, and my chest ached.

I couldn't stand it any longer. Standing up, I only managed three steps before Emmett called out to me.

"Rose–how did you know where to find me?"

I want to smile because it's such a ridiculous question.

I turn slightly so I can see him again. "Because you've got my heart, Emmett."

Not wanting to hear his response or see his face, I rush off, furiously swiping at my eyes and then using the sleeve of my jumper to wipe away the snot from my nose. It's not attractive, but it's reality.

I hate that this is what we've become, but it's partly my fault, and I have to live with that.

"Rose!" Emmett calls.

Against my better judgement, I spin on my heel and look at him. The night is just rolling in, so a soft orange glow surrounds us. The air is crisp and wet, and a fresh downpour of rain this morning is still coating the foliage around the road.

"I'm going to make this right, I promise."

There's a need inside me. I want to ask him what he means by that. How does he plan to 'make it right'? But I don't. Because I'm scared. I'm scared that his right isn't what I want it to be. I can't get my hopes up to have my heart broken again. It's still not fully healed from last time. And things are so much more complicated now. He has a child. And what about Jessica? I don't even know if they're together. I won't get in the way of a happy family. I won't be the reason they don't make it.

"Go to the hospital," I tell him, feeling utterly defeated and tired.

Walking away, my heart breaks a little more because he doesn't chase after me like they do in those romantic movies.

But what did I expect? He has different priorities now. I can accept that.

The hardest thing to accept is that whilst he still has an iron grip on my heart, I'm pretty sure that I don't have his–and I don't think I ever will again.