| emma’s pov |
“Emma, are you sure about this? You had so much dreams an-“
I cut my mother off, shaking my head. “I’m sure, mom. I… I don’t want to study anymore.” I wasn’t really telling the truth; I did want to finish school. But there was just so much things happening, and I don’t think I can cope anymore.
She nodded, sadly. I knew she was disappointed. “If that’s what you want, Emma. I can’t do anything about it.” She kissed my forehead and went off. She was going to look for a job, but I was almost sure she’d find one, with her experience and intelligence.
If only my father could see us now, maybe he’d be happy that we were somehow closer than before. That we were working together to bring ourselves up.
I brought myself back to my new room to continue my investigation, as stupid
