Our meeting was good.
She had a meeting at 5:00 p.m., so we went to the beach and talked for nearly four hours. She looked great. She told me about her world and her problems. She told me how much she hates her dad, how her and Brandon are back together, and how much he wanted to meet me. Perhaps he doesn’t remember me from before. We had a good talk. Talking and writing is all we know how to do. We have given up the romance and focused on our needed friendship.
I told her about Abigail, Jeni, and Jessica. She told me about this world and I’m very glad that I live in a secluded little village in the mountains. Emily has changed over the years. Her focus on life is different. All of the death around her has changed her. I liked her better three years ago, but I love her so much more now.
This story of mine.
And Emily is another girl.
Just one of the many.
But I could not exist without her.
And I don’t know why.