Chapter 18

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Emily's POV

As harshly as I could I tugged her baggy sleave of her burgundy, thick jumper pulling her back every time I tried to escape. I knew that I wanted to be with her and deep down she wanted to be with me. She could only deny it for so long. "Get off!" she yelled jerking her arm quickly out of my hand before charging off into the distance.

I watched her go with a sinking heart and a loss for words. How could she do this? She was being stupid, preposterous even. I wanted her, we both knew that, and I'm sure by how she acted around me she wanted me too. So why wouldn't she let us be happy together?

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