Cinderella Man

Cinderella Man Chapter 14

Hello everybody!

This is long over due, I know, but there's a little more going on in this one... For both Emily and Sam!

I hope you like it guys, this one nearly killed me! I wanted to get it just right for you guys and I finally wanted to fell like I was giving you a good chapter... I hope that I acomplished that!

Enjoy you wonderful, amazing people... And please let me know that you think!

Thank you :)

Emily's POV

I've finally decided to stop feeling sorry for myself.

I need to be strong; I need to start to put myself back together again.

But even thinking about it sounds impossible. When Sam left, he took a part of me with him, how can I ever be whole again?

But I have to try; I can't stay like this forever.

Not with my deadline so close.

In a week, I have to have made my decision on who will stand by me and help me run this country. A week is a very short time to do this in.

Especially when I've spent the last three weeks thinking that I've already got my prince charming. I spent the ball helping me decide with the guy I thought would be my King.

Now I have no idea what I'm going to do.

I wish I could say that with everything going on that my mother has been nothing but sympathetic and loving. If I did, I would be speaking bullshit.

With each day she never fails to remind me of my impending doom, and how important the decision is. As if I didn't know that bit of information before he constant reminding.

I know how important this decision is! Not only will I have to pick the man that the country will be accepting as their King, I also have to pick the man that I have to spend the rest of my life with. This isn't just about the future of England; it's about the future of me too.

And I know that whoever I end up picking, will always be compared to Sam in my eyes.

Everything they do, everything they say I will compare to what Sam did. Looking into their eyes, I will imagine Sam's. Hearing them talk will remind me of Sam's voice. Watching them smile will make me long to see Sam's.

My husband will always come second to my homeless boy.

And that thought makes me sad. I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life with a man that I know I don't love. I'm going to be with a man, no matter how amazing he is, that just won't compare to the man I had.

That's not fair on my future husband; he shouldn't always be in second place when it comes to his wife's affections.

But I know that's the way it's always going to be.

I will never love someone as much as I love Sam.

Currently, James and I are sitting in the café he bought me to when we first met, sipping coffee and talking about what I have to do.

"This sucks sweetheart, I don't understand why you have to be married before you become Queen. It makes no sense. I'm sure the Country would accept you with or without a husband standing beside you, I know I will," he smiles at me, the type of smile that would have teenage girls melting. It's the type of smile that has the corners of your mouth rising without your permission and stretching into a grin the size of his. All it manages to do today is make my mouth twitch up.

"I don't understand it either, but that's the way it has to be. The country would feel much better if there are two of us running the country, not just me. And I have to do what makes the country happy," I sigh, swirling my finger around the top of my coffee mug until the steam burns the edges of my fingers.