Genevieve:
My eyes welled up as the two glanced my way, and Emre hopped off the bed. That was the last I saw of them because I stepped away and hid behind the wall, blocking the sight that shattered me.
Questions swirled in my mind about Emre and Abigail. I recalled he mentioned wanting to be with only me. But then again, I couldn't say anything since it had been two days since he left me. He had every right to be with her.
I sat on the backyard's wooden bench where Emre rushed out, struggling to button up his white shirt. Behind him was a girl who seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd met her before. Her long red hair flowed in the wind as she calmly followed him, the hastily worn white dress highlighting her pretty figure.
Emre halted in front of me, sighing. An awkwa
