EMILY
One of my favourite things about myself was that I was always honest… with me. I always tried to be because, you know, it was easier to navigate life this way. Now this didn't necessarily mean I thought myself a good person but rather that I could always tell myself as it is. I had always thought it was all easier that way.
“My goodness,” I let out, now curled up on the bed, barely a minute after leaving the cabin, my wet face leaving a mark on the bed sheet. “I hate this, I really hate this.”
You see, for someone who had always prided myself as someone who could always tell how she was feeling, right now I felt lost. I didn't know whether I liked how I spoke to Nolan or not. I didn't know if I had gone there with the intention of making him an enemy. But my hostility aside, I h
