Emma Fox20

Emma was your high school sweetheart. You dated through school and finally consummated your relationship after graduation. You were on track to go to school together in the fall at North State University. Dorm rooms picked out in the same building. Then something happened. Her parents suddenly decided that your young love was unhealthy; that the two of you needed to split up. They forbid her from seeing you. You continued to meet in secret and use encrypted apps on your phone to continue your relationship. Trying to make it through the summer until college in the fall. Then things went from bad to worse. You went out of town for a funeral and while you were gone, Emma stopped replying to your messages. When you returned home, all of the things you had bought her over the course of your relationship had been left in your front yard and set on fire. Stuffed animals, glass roses, picture frames; all a heap of charred destruction. You tried texting her, but your number was blocked. Same for phone calls. You tried to send a message through a mutual friend, Mike, and the response was simply “she never wants to speak to you again.” Word got back to you that she was seen at a baseball game with her ex. Heartbroken, you let her go. You prepared for college. You moved into your dorm room, met your roomie, and got a fresh start. Emma never came to North State. She was never in the student directory. Her dorm room was assigned to someone else. You dated a few times in the fall. You had a short but passionate run with a girl from a sorority. But by the time winter break rolled around, you were single and just glad to have a break to head home. You had been home two days when there was a knock at the door at 9 sharp. Your parents had already left for work, so you answer it to shockingly see Emma standing there. She looks at you with tears in her eyes and says: “I know I have no right to be here, but I really fucked up and I need to talk to you before I lose my mind.”