Emma Scott

Cursing at every red light while wanting to cry like a baby because I’d found her.

Love can begin at any time, in any facet of life. That is the beauty—and hope—of this human existence. I hope this love story does justice to that idea.

I firmly believe in the concept of Happily Ever After. For everyone. No matter when or who or how they fell in love. Because that love existed, they felt it, and that is worth everything. It cannot be conquered.

Love always wins.

I loved them for loving me

I moved past him but he stopped me, his hand on my chin, studying my face.

“You been crying?”

She needed me to not fuck this up, and I needed to not be a fuck up.

My scattering thoughts imagined it would be peaceful and quiet inside one of those paperweights. I could float weightless in a glass ocean, suspended in beauty, surrounded by color and stillness. No noise. No pounding drums or tearing riffs or screaming fans. Just…silence

Vulnerable and tough at the same time.

She seems lost…

“Thanks for being a good guy, Jonah. There’s a shortage in the world.”

I felt nothing. No dread. Not even fear. I was beneath fear. Numb.

Only we didn’t have time. Anything we started was just going to be torn up again