Andrew Pov:
I hadn’t seen Emilie in over a year.
Not since the night she disappeared without warning, leaving nothing but an aching silence in her place. I told myself I’d moved on. Buried the memories. Convinced myself that she didn’t matter.
I was wrong.
I was f*****g wrong.
I never moved on. Emilie is a part of me that I can't let go. It's like she took a piece of me, cause no matter what I did or do, she's always on my mind.
But still I lied to myself that I didn't need her. That she and I won't be together.
And then, once more, I was wrong.
Because today, I saw her again.
She was the first person I saw as I walked into the house.
The glass in her hand trembled slightly. Her eyes widened—not in happiness or even anger. Just shock. Like she’d seen a ghost. Or maybe she had hop
