10: Gone

Emily's POV:

I woke up to my alarm, I rolled onto my back staring at the ceiling. It felt so great waking up alone in my brother’s guestroom, one day after my wedding. Note the sarcasm. I never dreamed of the grand wedding and all the fairy tale bullsh*t. The one thing I dreamed about was someone to make a house our home. I guess it was too much to ask. I heard a faint knock on my door.

“Em? You awake?”

“Yeah, come in,” I replied my voice void of any emotion. He cracked the door open and peeked in. “Welcome to the kingdom of the unlovable.”

“Don’t be like that. I love you.”

“You might be the only one.”

He sat on the side of the bed looking at me, worry flooding his eyes.

“He’s a jerk for not even trying to love you. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks, little bro.”

“No fair! I can’t even tell you not to call me that.”

“You can but it’s not like I would listen.”

He gave me a look. I was about to talk but he cut me off.

“Don’t you use the ‘I’m low’ card.”

I grinned but it soon faded.