"I..look. The 'too much' thing. I...I don' think tha', I really don'. When I said it I was prolly drunk and angry at somethin' that wasn' you and I...I musta said it but I didn' mean it. So...can y'try to..not take it on too much?" Emmett squeezed her hand, trying to smile encouragingly and hoped that she might understand that he definitely no longer (or really, had ever) considered her too much or a burden.
Phoebe was clearly into the kiss at least. Emmett breathed out a soft, quiet moan into it, his fingers lightly stroking down her sides. She didn't have to worry about him moving away at all: it would take several people to pull him away from her in the moment.
Emmett stroked her hair, ran his fingers through a strand at the front. With the festival sun on her face she looked especially beautiful and he could see himself doing this again and again, until her hair was grey and his fingers wrinked. "We...gotta learn from before. But now...can it be me and you?"
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
