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.

arts; though I wasn't good at it from start, I eventually pulled it off by practising on Edward. Heh. He really was the only one who accepted me with my flaws, even encouraging me to go with what I

don't regret it.

but most of my worthiness was more important. I knew I could never be

I didn't even have a chance against her.

room and opened up the curtains. 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

to die like my dad, doing something big for someone. He did it for our country. And I was going to do the same, by becoming a doctor.

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

himself. I smiled, remembering the times when we would play all day, doing all sorts

a pair of gloves, I started to wash the plates when

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

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 numb. I quickly wiped them away.

Was I really crying?

you said so yourself. It's burning when you pointed it out. Wait, I'll just-" I opened the tap, splashing water on my

actually a lot 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

upon seeing me at such

fine this way.

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

6 am. After doing my daily routine, I went down to

me by my shirt to their lawn, like literally dragged me to their lawn. I cried, screamed, screeched, but to no avail. modern day people are not of morning types I guess. Anyway, I continued to scream.

one more time and I will gift your lungs to this nation, " the

his butt and he fell face on his stomach