Emmet:
Years Ago:
"We should talk about it," she came into my view, arms spread wide, eyes locked onto mine.
"Azura, not tonight. I have to be somewhere," I said, trying to walk past her.
"Are you seriously running away from this conversation, thinking that would be the perfect response to your desperate girlfriend?" she held onto my hoodie and stopped me from walking away.
I felt embarrassed every time she behaved that way. Sometimes she'd even act like this in front of my parents and siblings, even when she knew I wasn't comfortable with it.
Especially when I had told her things were changing rapidly. But she didn't care. If she got upset about something, she would hit me right in front of everyone. And I hated the idea of violence against someone you claim to love.
"I'm not running away. I'm going out there for my brother," I held her hand to free my hoodie when she let out a yelp and pulled back, stepping away from me with tears in her eyes.
