"Why've you stopped?"
She didn't know what else to say. His love used to be so much more in just about every way. Questions flooded her mind as her lover's absence drained her in a way she couldn't comprehend, the melancholy of losing her comfort and refuge taking its toll as she kept her gaze on Jonathan.
They used to be so much more.
"Why weren't you there?"
Emilia had grown fond of her lover's doting and borderline obsessive nature. She found it endearing, and a welcome reprieve at all the right times. This was why she fell, and it was why she loved him. Now that it was gone, what was she to do? She couldn't just demand to be given more attention, could she?
So she didn't. She waited for him to return. Waited for that spark to come back. The thrill of their first few months was nothing short of breathtaking, a rollercoaster ride that took her through just about every intense emotion possible. Ups and downs, twists and turns that made her skip more than just a beat. There was passion, and she loved every second of it.
There was passion.
"Where were you when I needed you?"
Minutes of argument flashed by, but the questions remained. Though she got an answer to each one, it never seemed enough. She felt betrayed. Abandoned. Misunderstood. But what was she supposed to do about it? How was she supposed to rest easy without a proper answer?
What if there wasn't an answer?
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"Do you want to break up?"
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"Okay."
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Emi stood before the door to a large countryside house, tucked away in some inconspicuous part of the jungle. If you didn't know what you were looking for, you probably wouldn't have found the house at all! For prospective buyers, this place almost reeked of shadiness and downright danger. Then again, who wouldn't be suspicious of a massive house smack in the middle of a terrorist hotspot?
Emi knew better than that. She knew who the owner was, and however hurtful the past may have been, she was an adult now. Besides, they were just kids back then, and kids make mistakes. She could at least vouch for his character, seeing as they've somehow stayed friends after all of that.
Honestly, what would Jon even do about this place if she hadn't backed him up?
"Jon," she yelled, pounding on the door to make sure she was heard. "It's Emi from the Agency. Mind answering the door?"
She let herself in after a few minutes of waiting.
The house was quite large, a massive common area, well-equipped kitchen, a garage, and three bedrooms in total. Jonathan kept it well-maintained through the years, and always kept the house in good shape with the insurance money his father left for him. Emi shuddered at the thought of cleaning such a large house on the daily.
It was 9:00 in the morning, and she figured he would be awake by now. He was always an early riser, but she checked his room regardless, only to find it empty. The place was already clean, so she figured he was in the garage tending to his father's guns.
Opening the door slowly, the air from the room hit her with a light stench of solvent. She saw Jon sleeping on his worktable, slumped over a pile of damp rags and small parts as soft music played from his phone.
"Jeez, at least set the parts aside if you're just gonna sleep," Emi muttered softly, neatly setting the parts aside as she cleaned up the table. She swept his hair to the side, eyeing him with worry. "Poor guy must've stayed up late again," she muttered to herself.
"Jon, wake up."