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"Emma?" she heard her mother call tentatively. She smirked, even her mother was beginning to become afraid to bother her. Emma cleared her throat and replied. "Someone is here to see you..." was the reply she got. Emma sat up, puzzled at who it could be. She slowly walked to her door and pulled it open. No one was there. Great, I wonder who it could be, she thought. She hoped that it was anyone but 2 certain guys. She slowly walked down the stairs, dreading who she might see once she got down there. She reached the bottom step and turned to look into the living room. Pete stood there looking at the pictures that adorned the wall. She stepped into the room and said "Hey..." catching his attention. He turned and looked at her and smiled. "Hey..." he replied. She stared at him for a minute, trying to understand why he was in her house, wanting to see her. They hadn't spoke since his birthday when he had tried to kiss her and she blew up at him. That was almost an entire month ago. "What do you want?" she snapped out, immediately wishing she hadn't. The smile fell from his face and a blank look came over it. "I just wanted to come and tell you that I'm not in Arma Angelus anymore, as you have probably heard..I'm in another band now. We're kinda going on a mini tour, of sorts, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be gone for the next 2 or 3 months..." he said, quietly and with no emotion in his voice. She nodded numbly, not sure why she was supposed to care. He stared at her for a moment then smirked and laughed. "That's what I figured...You've changed, Emma...Something's up. David start treating you bad again?" he asked, trying to read her expression. Her head snapped up and she stared at him, dumbfounded. She slowly shook her head and said, "No...we broke up a long time ago...New Year's Day to be exact." She didn't feel like lying anymore. Pete's mouth dropped open and he started to say something then thought better of it. He shook his head and turned to leave.
"I just wanted to let you know what's going on, so you don't wonder what happened to me. I guess I'll see you when I get back..." he said, quietly, stopping at the door to see if she would come after him. She stood rooted in place staring at where he had been standing. Pete shook his head and opened the door. He turned and looked at Emma one last time before leaving. "Bye Emmie..." was all he said, before slamming the door behind him. Emma jumped in shock at the sound of the door slamming and felt herself growing weak. He was leaving. He really didn't care about her anymore. She sighed. Why had she let this happen to herself? She told herself to run after him, maybe he would change his mind when she told him that she loved him too. She shook her head. No, that only works in the movies, she thought. She slowly walked back to her room, shutting the door and turning off the lights before laying down in bed sobbing.
It was several hours later that she realized he had called her Emmie. The nickname he had given her so long ago. She smirked as she realized that he still cared. Then she frowned as she realized that it was too late. By the time he got back, she'd just be a figment of his past that he would probably hope was just a figment of his imagination.