EMMA’s POV :
“What do you think?” he said.
“I don’t know. Are you?”
He looked at me as if I should know the answer already, but I just stared at him with a puzzled look on my face.
“Every day I woke up and I wished that I’d just die,” he paused for a beat before continuing, “To live a life without you is like not living a life at all. But if that’s what happiness is, then yeah, I guess I’m f*****g elated,”
Not even this level of sarcasm could hide the pain and bitterness in his words. I didn’t realize he was feeling all these things. He never seemed to show it. Guess the joke was on me. For the past month, I pretend like I was happy and fine. If anything, I should have known never to judge a book by its cover.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I croaked.
“We’re ove
