Sealed With A Kiss

Emily's POV:

I felt horrible and disgusting. I closed my ears, trying to stuff a pillow but to no vain. Man, Edward really had some balls to have sex with Lara when I was in the next room. The walls were much of a negative soundproof than I could ever comprehend.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep but Lara was moaning literally loud. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from shouting at her. I knew Edward was experienced in this field but did she really need to make it this obvious.

Damn her!

I sighed. It was always there, that hopelessness. It came and went but never left me.

I had always been a happy-go-lucky girl, some called me goody two shoes, some tomboy, some nerd and some boy, but I was okay. It never bothered me.

I have already been okay with everything in my life because I didn't think I deserve to complain. I was high spirited, boisterous, fierce, loud-mouthed, mature from outside but from inside, I was always scared.

Scared of losing.

I lost my grandparents and then my father.

People say you only have one dad and one mom. I guess I realised its meaning a little too early at my tender age of 13 when I lost my father in a car accident. He was chasing terrorists at that time. He was a martyr and I am so proud of him and will always be.

Mom says I looked a lot like him, and that I reminded her of him. I couldn't help but miss him. If he were here, he would always make my day by telling me about Police stuff, fighting, dodging, firing, escaping and so, so many things.

who accepted me with my flaws, even encouraging me to go with what I want in life. I didn't know at what point I fell for him but what I know is I love him.

And I don't regret

thought of being rejected always held me back but most

I didn't even have

A soft breeze caressed my cheeks, flushing them. It was the spring season. I was never a season freak. I loved all the seasons and treated them as my friends that's why when one season goes, I kinda feel sad. I zipped open my suitcase and took out a photo of my father, placing it carefully

want to be like him! I always wished to die like my dad, doing something big for someone. He did it for our country. And I

to do the dishes; Miranda had already cleaned the tables where we ate our dinner. Edward and Lara were there, of

such an appropriate girl for himself. I smiled, remembering the times when we would play

to wash the plates when I felt the moisture on my arms. I quickly looked up only to see the ceiling, covered with glasses. I turned

"Honey, what happened? Why are you crying?" Miranda said, her eyes concern coating her eyes, a cloth

placing my hands slowly over my face, as if I was afraid of the truth and reality. I felt moisture, the salt and water on my tongue, making my senses go

I really

eyes accidentally while washing the plates? Oh, Miranda, you know today's stew was spicy, you said so yourself. It's burning when you pointed it out. Wait, I'll just-" I opened the tap, splashing water on my face. "I washed my face. Here, see I am fine as sunshine, " I said, spinning once to show I was alright

of time to convince her of my well being. I wiped my face off the towel, my eyes were red with prolonged moisture. I completed washing the rest of the dishes and headed to my room to

fist of mania upon seeing me at such hour.

fine

the same bed, chatting about our school days. Yeah, I miss

of sun falling on my eyes. It was at 6 am. After doing my daily routine, I went down to make us strawberry fruitcake. I was

someone dragged me by my shirt to their lawn, like literally dragged me to their lawn. I cried, screamed, screeched, but

will gift your lungs to this nation,

his butt and he fell face on his stomach in his lawn, mud splattered on his