Emery

I continue to run after her down the beach, laughing as we keep on running as fast as we can; which I have to admit, she is a fast runner. I'd run after her till the end of the world if I have to—I'd do it, for her and myself.

''Slow down,'' I say, trying to catch my breath.

''Why are you so slow?'' She laughs, taking a few steps towards me; watching as I press both of my hands on my knees, wanting to breathe properly. Yes, I said that I would run till the end of the world for her but god damn, that shit is hard as fuck, it's almost making me hesitate.

''Why are you so fast?'' I raise an eyebrow, sighing.

Emma finds this all as a bloody joke as she keeps on laughing before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking her head in disagree—turning to look at the water. Both of her eyes are lightening due to the sunlight shining brightly into her eyes, showing a more of a lighter brown.

Then, all of a sudden, I am left to find her sitting onto the sand as she continues to watch the waves. It's quite cute to watch her be so mesmerised by the waves and the wind, I can't help but smile to myself, watching her.

''Is it so easy to be that mesmerised by something?'' I ask.

She turns to look at me, her cheeks heating up by the sun. ''It depends on how much you love that something. If it's your passion or meaningful to you then, yes, it's that easy.'' She replies, staring deeply into my eyes without a single blink interrupting our gaze; it's sincerity.

''You know, I used to be terrified of beaches because I had a terrible experience when I was a kid,'' She smiles, ''I swear I could've died—it was awful,'' She adds, chuckling.

''What happened?'' I ask, gesturing for her to go on.

''I drowned and they had to take me to the hospital. That was also the first time I saw dad crying his eyes out, it was pretty funny but hey, he thought he'd lost me,'' She explains, making both of us smile at the story. Maybe Emma's right, we should spend some time just sitting and talk about our past, our lives and what we went through.

Maybe, that is the only way for us to feel close.

''I'd be living the rest of my life all by myself if you didn't survive so, I'm more than glad that you did,'' I joke, which causes her to roll her eyes as she tries to push me away.

''Eh, so tell me more about you. These past months have been all about me and now it's time for me to know about you. About your past, anything,'' I add, stating the truth. It'd be great to actually feel like I know her better than anyone else because then, I'd feel hers.

''Where to begin?'' She smirks, raising an eyebrow.

everything,'' My

a secret and tried to fix their relationship because I was pretty young—they wanted me to know that I still have both parents and that my life was complete but they didn't know that I'd stayed up at night just to hear them argue,'' She starts to speak, her eyes are focusing onto the sand as she plays with them

probably two years after that they admitted. They couldn't take it any longer; their marriage was going nowhere and it was probably a waste of time to try,'' She stops

interest?'' I ask, staring directly at

glad that mum found a man to make her feel alive again even though that man is not my dad,'' Her lips twitching up into a smile, ''They

high school sweethearts,'' She

a cheerleader and dad was the captain of the football team? American football,'' I add, american football, leaving her chuckling as she pokes me by the arm—making me roll my

the football team right but mum was just like any other normal teenager, she was like me, no cheerleader or nerd, like they say in the movies,'' She says. ''They met on his game night, then, that was when it all started. Dad asked her out and

smile; knowing that she would want her parents to last forever. Everyone would want that. Just by the way she speaks about them, it shows how she

I can't help but agree, due to the fact that, now those kind of relationships rarely last. They always end in despair,

her graduation day,'' She breathes

imagine—the way she would imagine. Her parents went through years and years together, tried their best to make their relationship better, until marriage. Even though it all ended with a divorce, the

be a

that I can't thank them enough to have you as their daughter because if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have met you—life would have

some sort of miracle to

in a way that I can't explain. There is just something about her that makes me want to keep on ranting and just be proud of but I can't, I don't know what or how so it's only making

they've brought into

you're a sweet talker, aren't

me. You've heard it all, from my parents, my biological father, my past. It's just making me feel awful due to the fact that I

he treated you like his own son. I know how it sounds bizarre but you deserve it, Emery. I swear you do,'' Emma tries her best to convince me that I deserve it

meet him,'' I

he doesn't even know that mother was pregnant, it kills me. He died in a car crash, with no intention of leaving her or me—he

and mother. Both. He would never leave you two for any reason at all because like you said, he loved her. He would've loved you too if only he knew that she was carrying his child,''

a true fact,'' I breathe

is all that matters now. Your father, both of them, would want you to live a happy life instead of just thinking about them, I'm sure,'' She caresses the side of my

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