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EMILY’S POV.
I woke up the next morning, and squeezed my eyes shut due to the amount of light coming from the open window. Still with my eyes closed, I smiled because I could already hear him humming.
I sat up, and opened my eyes lazily, pushing my messy curls out of my face. Lucas was on the sofa. Apparently, he had ordered clothes for us, and was checking them out.
“How can you look beautiful even with a puffy face?” He asked, and I chuckled.
“You came just yesterday, but I’ve already produced a thousand smiles, when I couldn’t produce up to fifty in the past year.” I said, c*****g my head to the side, and he looked up.
“Keep smiling, Emily. You’ve cried enough.”
I was discharged that day, and I forced Lucas into wearing a dull cream couple hoodie with me, and white joggers. I
