Emma POV
The cigarette burned between my fingers, red-hot, as I watched from the porch as the taillights of her car disappeared into the horizon. Each drag was a bittersweet mix of frustration and repressed desire, and the cold morning air seemed to intensify the sense of loss. I could feel the bitter taste of tobacco filling my mouth, as if it were an extension of the bitter taste it left in my life – intense, uncomfortable and absolutely addictive. Emma. She was like a storm that destroyed everything around her, but I couldn't help but be sucked into her eye, into the whirlwind she caused in me.
Every fiber of my being screamed to run after her, take control and end this game of pride and stubbornness that seemed to consume us. It was unbearable the way she always turned my world upsid
