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Here Without You Ending“Emile.”Here Without You Ending by JemOpal112
Jon’s voice had a bite to it which made Emile lift his slightly pink face from his hands. His eyes still had leftover tears in them and were tinted red.
“Emile, what did I just get finished telling you? Come on, get up and go back inside. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. In fact, stop worrying. Go and eat and warm up, it’s much to cold to be sitting out here on your own…”
Emile sniffed, “But you’re here aren’t you?”
Emile pictured Jon rolling his eyes at him.
“Shut up you doofus… Go…”
Emile drew in a shaky breath and wiped his eyes of any remaining tears and took in another breath, this one fuller and stood up from the curb.
“Alright, I-I’ll go… I guess…”
Emile’s answer drifted away into the silent and cold air. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his friend. He looked around one last time, only hearing his lingering
Getting UpHe's not gone… I know he's not… He can't be gone… It's just… Not possible…Getting Up by JemOpal112
I've just been lying in bed all day, attempting to wrap my mind around what I just read. I've probably read this note 10 times. I refuse to accept what it says.
Do I dare get out of bed? Do I dare get up and face the harsh reality? Or do I merely bury my face under my pillows and blankets and sleep for the rest of my life, avoiding reality for as long as I can?
I've dealt with hardships and stress in the past, but nothing like this, nothing at all.
I wonder how red my eyes are right now? How long has it been since the last time I cried like this? I don't think I've ever actually cried this hard in my life…
He's not gone… I know he's not… He can't be gone… It's just…
I've somehow managed to sit up in my bed, my back now against the headboard, but my arms still lay limply at my side. My eyes are on fire and I'm sure they're red as