Sunday, 6 November 2011

(Esmee) starting to see (Mi's side)

Starting to see

“Emmet, I still love you,” I moaned softly though my tears as Emmet settled him self on the chair next to my bed but refused to look at me, “Emmet talk to me at least!” I pleaded as once again my pledge of love for him went unnoticed.

“What can I say Esmee, tell me what the hell you want me to say?” Emmet said turning his face towards me that was now once again covered in tears. “You don’t love me, you just found a note, and now you feel like you have to stay.” Emmet crocked, “and I much rather turn you down here and now Esmee then have you stay with me because you feel you have too.”

“Don’t be stupid, I let you go Emmet because I thought I was doing you a favour, I thought that with out me holding you back and bringing you down you would have a beautiful and amazing life. There is no reason on this earth for you to chose to love me, you could take the pick of all women and they would all fall down to there knees and worship you so why the hell did you chose scared, stupid and completely insane me?” I yelped somewhere in between tears hyperventilation and shouting. I understood that I hurt him but why couldn’t he see that uttering all the shit about not loving him had broke me apart inside too.

“Emmet I will do whatever it takes to make you see I am telling the truth here and to make you love me again, I know I had done you wrong and I have let you down but I am so sorry. I will change, I will get better for you Emmet, it will be like I am a whole different person.” I stuttered the tears that streamed down over my face leaving a damp patch on my pillow. “I can be whoever you want me to be,” I whispered.

“You still don‘t get it though,” Emmet whined his voice strained but faint as he tried to keep it even over his own sorrow that had etched it’s self onto its face making him look old way beyond his years as he tried to blink away all his own tears. “I don’t what you to change. I want you healthy and happy but I don’t want you to hide away from me when you are sick. I love every one of those scars because they are apart of you and guess what there is even a part of me that loves Amy as well as she is also a part of you. I don’t want any other women other then exactly what you are, and I don’t want any one to worship me. When I could spend my life worshiping you.” Emmet said his voice wobbling from the passion that came with his tears and his love for me that I was slowly beginning to see was real, for in the reflection of his tears I saw my own and we both wept for the love we might have lost.

“I am not something to be worshiped Emmet, but I can see you love me and maybe I will never understand that but I will try if you come back to me. I will try and except that for some reason I am the luckiest woman alive to be love by a man like you.” I crocked trying to maintain my voice above my crushing sadness.

“But you sounded so sure that you didn’t love me any more Esmee even when I was begging you, you looked away and then throw your rings out of the window like the day I put them there didn’t matter to you any more. It seemed so simple for you to throw away my love,” Emmet moaned.

“You through yours first, I had to do it to show that I was willing to let you go even though inside my heart braking apart.”

“But I didn’t throw mine.” Emmet said gently his teary jade eyes burning though me as he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the gold wedding band that I though he had thrown away forever.

“Maybe you should look closer at my hand.” I said gently my bitter tears turning to happy one as Emmet caught sight of my Eternity, wedding and engagement rings still staked neatly upon my finger and he come over and placed his hand In mine before wiping his tears away with the back of his spare hand and whispering the words it felt like I had been waiting forever to here,

“I love you too.”

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