"I'm not angry," Emma said, and though it was true, I was sure it wouldn't be long until either of us snapped. The tension was rising, because I felt Emma was hiding even more and I knew it was about to burst out. "And I know we'll still hang out, but I'm going to miss waking up next to you, I'm going to miss having dinner with you, I'm going to miss you coming home here, but apparently, that's very weird. So, never mind I said that all." Her tone was sharp and I swallowed thickly.
I couldn't quite believe what she was saying. I felt the same way as well, but she started painting me as the villain, simply for trying to enjoy life, even if I'm not living with her.
"I've never said it was weird, I've also never said I didn't feel the same way. You're being very unreasonable right now," I snapped, getting tired of her not even turning to me to hold a proper conversation.
"I know I am," she said, I hoped harsher than she intended, because there was no way for her to be using such a tone. She flicked her eyes towards me and turned the volume of the TV louder. "Love sometimes makes people unreasonable, deal with it."
I felt my chest tighten, because there was no way she'd just said that. I took the remote from her hands, turned off the TV and looked at her. She'd yet again averted her eyes, but I saw her peeking at me out of the corner of her eyes.
"What?"
It stayed painfully silent, but Emma did turn to me. For real, this time. She touched my hand gently with her fingertips and though my first thought was to move away, I appreciated the soft gesture too much.
"I'm starting to fall in love with you," she confessed, and this time I was the one who turned away, shaking my head.
"No, no, Emma," I said, and glanced at her. "No, not.. no," I muttered and retracted my hand, which had suddenly become way too sweaty, to rub it on my lap.
Emma stood up, abruptly, and hastily walked away. "Okay," she mumbled, before she grabbed the doorknob.
"No, Emma, wait, I didn't mean.." there was no point in finishing the sentence, because she'd already left the apartment. I couldn't say I wouldn't have done the same thing.
My legs were starting to tremble, because I slowly realized I'd just made a huge mistake. I wanted to follow her, but I had no idea what I was going to say. No one had ever told me they loved me like she'd just done and I was not ready for it. Not in the slightest, but I should've handled it better.
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My nails tapped rapidly against my mug, trying to release some nerves, but it only got me worked up more. My parents had never been ones to take it slow with criticism, and I wondered what they had to say about my house.
Cora was looked at the ceiling as she wandered around my kitchen. Henry had apparently given up on checking and was enjoying his coffee.
"It's gorgeous, Regina. There are a few things I'd get checked out, like this, over here.." Cora pointed at a crack in the wallpaper and I admitted she was right.
"Yes, I already noticed that," I replied, though I hadn't but glanced at it and figured no one would notice. I sipped my tea and waited for my mother to finally sit down and enjoy her beverage as well.
"You really did a great purchase. It's totally you. And you look very happy here," she said. And she was right. I'd only been living here for three days, but it felt like my home already. Unpacking boxes and rearranging all the rooms took my mind off my issues with Emma.