Seventy five

After Rowan stormed out of the room, with Emma’s gaze filling his figure, she didn’t know what possessed her to follow as she stepped out of the room.

She catches a blur of Rowan going outside. He then lit up a cigarette and let out a puff of air into the cold evening. Emma could see the sunset illuminating the sea's water. Rowan went out to cool off, but he stopped the moment he heard the sound of footsteps gaining closer as he saw Emma.

"Hey… I didn’t know you smoked."

"You don’t care about that. What are you doing here, Emma?" He called, throwing his cigarette into the bin.

She walked over to lean against the wall next to him as they both watched the sunset. "Everything feels messed up, doesn’t it? It seems more complicated than the first time we met," she said to Rowan, who scoffed as he turned to face her.

"Are you doing this to get back at me and prove a point, Emma? Because you’ve won, I feel miserable enough knowing that you hate me and now you’re with him."

Emma stared at Ro