Emma woke up to the continuous beeping of her phone. She sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep off her face. She picked up her phone, which was by the table next to her bed. It was almost 8am and she saw a couple of messages from Eric.ERIC(yesterday, 11pm); please pick up my calls, I have been trying to reach you.ERIC(12:10): I am so sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean all I said, please talk to me.ERIC:(2:05): Emma, please call me back when you see my texts.ERIC(7:05): please, can we meet up by the park today, I have something's to tell you and it's important that you know.ERIC(7:50): I will be waiting by 4pm, please come.Emma didn't reply any of the messages. She reluctantly got up from her bed, she had decided to call in sick today. She didn't feel like going out and no one was going to make her.She wasn't sure if she was going to meet up with Eric. She was curious about all that he had to say but she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear it. What if it was best that she didn't? wh

"I don't know what to say to make you believe me, Emma but I knew nothing about this and I need you to trust me," Eric said, moving closer to Emma."you want me to believe that all this happened and you knew nothing about it?""yes, Emma. please believe me."Eric knew that Emma was buying it and if she was in her shoes too, he would find it hard to believe him too. But that was the only thing he could do, try to make her believe him."you have lied to me about everything, Eric. What's all that about you being a billionaire's son. Was that the reason you never told me about your family? Do you even trust me? Is your name even Eric?""hey, Emma," Eric said, touching her shoulder.Emma removed his hands from her shoulder and folded her arms together in a position that gave the look "start talking.""it was never my intention to hide anything from you but it was the first time that I found someone who didn't like me because of how much money my family had or how much I made. You liked me

"I made your favourite," Maria said, placing the dish on the table. Emma didn't look so interested, her thoughts were occupied. Maria and Helen had been doing everything they could to cheer Emma but it didn't seem to be working."You know you can just call him if you miss him this much? Or send a text," Helen said, dishing her food."I am fine," Emma said, dishing a small portion in her plate."you don't look fine dear."Emma looked like all the joy and any form of happiness had been sucked out of her. Maria hated seeing her that way. Emma was the one who made jokes when everyone was sad, the one who cheered everyone up and made sure everyone was okay."I will be fine," Emma said. "Let's talk about Helen," Emma said, turning to Helen."What about me? You can't keep changing conversations everytime, you know."Emma forced out a smile."That's true. What about the designs you wanted to show your boss?" her mum asked."She hasn't checked it out yet. She said she doesn't have the time ye

Emma walked as fast as she could away from Eric. The tears had started dropping, she couldn't hold it in anymore and it hurt her. Her chest felt like it was being punctured by a sharp needle and she couldn't breath.She was trying but as she cried, it got worse. She didn't know you could feel your heart broken physically and emotionally. She wondered how Eric was feeling, how she had made him feel. She was the cause of all this and there was no way to mend it.Everything she said to Eric, she didn't mean but she meant what she said about Fairytales and Happily ever after, they weren't real to her anymore. They were as fictional and as unreal as Cinderella and her slippers.She got into the cab that she had ordered. She sobbed all the way till she got home. The cab driver had tried severally to console her and ask what was happening but she couldn't even answer and had just kept crying.Emma got home few minutes after, she hurried into her room, locking the door from behind. She burie

Henry sat on the couch while Emma went to get two wine glasses."Here," Emma said, handing over a glass to him."Thank you," he said.Emma sat on the sofa opposite to him, while she filled her glass with wine, dropping the bottle on the table."How are you doing now?" Henry asked.Emma wasn't exactly sure what he knew or why he was asking her that question. Did everyone in the neighbourhood know what happened to her? What did they know? She thought."I am Good," Emma responded after a while.'"I haven't seen you around much lately and I am also sorry about showing you the paper and all the other day, didn't know you knew nothing about it.""It's not your fault and I would have probably found out someway or another."They both stayed silent as they sipped their drinks. Henry knew he had a chance now but he didn't want to do too much and scare her away again. Emma didn't know what else to say and she wasn't in the mood to bring up conversations too."Have you ever loved someone so much