We’re forever.
It took an eternity for us to find each other but now I’m never letting him go.
The road might be hard and the journey might be tricky, but he’s worth it. He kisses me over and over again, and I realize that no matter what obstacles we face, we’ll always be able to get past them because we’re a team.
Now and forever.
“I love you,” he whispers.
And oh, I love him too.
THE END
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Deleted Scenes
AUTHORS NOTE: DO YOU want more of Emilia and Gavin? Writing a book takes a lot of time, effort, and difficult choices. One of the tough decisions placed on writers is which scenes to curate once a book is complete. If you want just a little bit more of what life is like for these incredible characters, you can keep reading for a sneak peek into the lives of our heroes. These scenes take place randomly throughout the story but have been placed here for your enjoyment. Thank you for reading! -Sophie
Emilia
IT’S NOT THAT I HATE Gavin.
I don’t.
Not really.
How could I?
Long ago, he was always there for me. He looked after me when I was a kid. We looked after each other. We spent all of our time together and then...we just didn’t. I know he acts like he hates me, but sometimes I wonder if there’s more to it than general disgust.
Maybe Gavin’s hurting.
Maybe there’s something I’m not seeing.
There’s a chance that maybe he’s dealing with something that has nothing to do with me and sometimes I wonder if I’m all wrong about him.
Gavin
WHEN I LOOK AT HER, I just see the past. I see the beautiful girl who would dance at the skate rink when she knew everyone was looking. I see the hard worker who was always willing to help me with my English homework. I see the kid who was always willing to get out of her comfort zone to help other people.
I see the girl who was never afraid to try.
I’m supposed to hate her, and sometimes, I really think that I do. That’s why I’m such a damn prick to her. I do blame her for my father’s death. I blame her whole family. It’s just that I don’t have to see her mom or anyone else that reminds me of him. I see Emilia, though. I see her every damn day and it’s just...the worst.
Emilia
“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING about?” Karen reaches for a piece of broccoli, but I slap it out of her hand.
“Stop eating vegetables,” I tell her. “Try some real food. You’re going to starve yourself if you keep this up.”
With a sigh, Karen drops the sad little floret back on her plate where it belongs.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t really know.”
“You don’t know how you feel? Or you don’t want to talk about it?’