Emily's POV
I was in the library, flipping through music theory books for my studies. I had test lined up in the week, and I had to make sure that I came out quite fine. One thing about music was the fact that you either knew it or you didn't, so I had to. The soft murmur of students filled the room, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I was thinking about the last argument Berton had with his mother.
We had talked about it and he had explained everything to me. I couldn't help but console him about it. I couldn't force him against what he was going to do. If he really loved me, he was going to do everything not to leave me but that didn't mean I was going to be nonchalant about the whole thing.
I was going to be beside him and offer him the emotional support he needed. I pushed off
