Chapter 55

...Emile pov…

He sighed and his expression softened. He took my shoulders in his hands, looking deep into my eyes. "I understand that," he said. "But I want to keep you safe, too. And I think the best way to do that is to get out of here as quickly as possible."

I took a deep breath and nodded, finally giving in. I climbed into the back of the taxi, feeling grateful for Dickinson's concern for my safety.

Dickinson started the car and pulled away from the curb, but we were quickly stopped by the police who were trying to clear the area.

I watched as Dickinson spoke with the officers, trying to explain the situation. I felt my heart racing in my chest, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when they finally let us through.

"What was that all about?"

They wanted to inquire about what happened?

"Oh...okay, " I said with a heaving breath.

As we drove away from the restaurant and the sounds of the commotion faded into the background, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.

But I also knew that our argument wasn't over. We still had a lot to work through, and I wasn't sure if we would ever be able to fully resolve our issues. But for now, I was just grateful to be safe and by Emile's side. I sat in the back of Dickinson's car, I could feel the awkward silence between us.

"Uhmm.." Emily, how was your day? he asked wanting to probably start a conversation. I scowl, not in the mood for small talk or anything for that matter.

"It was fine", I said.

"The dinner?"

"It was… ok… Thank you."

"Nah… it's okay it was my pleasure you know", he said as the car went round a bend. I could see him Smiling from the back.

Everywhere became silent again but then, Dickinson reaches for the radio and turns on a song. I shrug, not really interested in the music he's playing.

However, Dickinson seems insistent on getting me to enjoy the song and he notices my disinterest. "You don't like this song?" he asks. I shake my head and tell him that it's not really my type of music.

But he doesn't give up that easily. He turns off the radio and starts searching for music that he thinks I might like. I watch him, intrigued by his determination to please me. He finally settles on a song and turns up the volume.

Dickinson leans in towards me and tells me the story behind the music that was playing.

"Emile, do you know the story behind this piece of music?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. I shook my head, intrigued to hear more.

"This is a piece composed by Beethoven. It's a story of a young man who falls in love with a beautiful girl. He writes a letter to her expressing his feelings, but she never responds. Heartbroken, he spends years composing this piece, pouring all of his emotions into it. The music is a testament to his love, even though she never returned it."

I listened to Dickinson's words, but I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. The music was melancholic and I wanted something more upbeat.

"Can we change the music?" I asked, feeling a bit rude for interrupting Dickinson's story.

But he simply smiled and nodded. "Of course, what would you like to listen to?"

I thought for a moment before responding. "How about something with a more upbeat melody?"

Dickinson nodded and gestured to the waiter. The music changed, and a light and cheerful tune filled the air. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into my seat.

I started tapping my feet to the beat of the music. Dickinson catches my eye in the rearview mirror and grins. He continues to sneak glances at me, making sure that I'm enjoying the music.

As the song comes to an end, I find myself feeling grateful to Dickinson for trying to make this car ride less awkward and unpleasant.

I may not be ready to forgive him for not telling me about the pregnancy, but I appreciate his efforts nonetheless.

I looked out the window as we drove down the winding roads. The lush green trees rushed past us, their branches swaying gently in the cool breeze.

The sun was shining bright and its warm glow was bathing the world in a golden light. In the distance, I could see rolling hills that were dotted with small farms and cottages. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue and the clouds looked like fluffy cotton balls.

I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the sweet, fresh air. The wind was blowing through my hair, and I felt my worries slip away.

It was a beautiful day to be alive. I glanced over at Dickinson, who was driving the car. He had a contented expression on his face, and I could tell that he was enjoying the scenery just as much as I was.

As I step out of the car, I turn to Dickinson and thank him for the ride. But before I can even walk away, he calls my name and I turn back to face him.

My heart starts pounding as he looks at me with a soft expression and says "I love you". I feel my face turning red as I stand there, not sure how to respond. I quickly scurry towards my door, trying to escape the awkwardness of the moment. I reach for my door and hear Dickinson drive off behind me.

I take a deep breath and knock on the door, hoping my mom will answer it quickly. I can hear her footsteps coming towards the door and I try to compose myself before she sees me.

The door opens and my mom greets me with a smile, completely unaware of the tumultuous emotions I'm feeling insideI walked through the door, I was greeted by my mother's eager questions about my dinner with Dickinson.

I told her that it was fine and that I was tired and just wanted to rest, but she didn't seem to hear me and continued to ask about what we talked about.

I sighed and just told her that we talked a little and didn't want to go into any detail. I climbed up the stairs to my room, feeling exhausted from the night's events.

I threw my heels into the corner and jumped into bed, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't shake the thought of Dickinson's declaration of love from my mind. I stood up and undressed, taking a long bath to relax and clear my head.

After I slipped into my pajamas, I climbed back into bed, trying to fall asleep. But sleep was elusive as my thoughts kept drifting back to Dickinson and his words.

I tossed and turned, unable to shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever.

I was torn between wanting to protect my heart and wanting to take a chance on love. Eventually, I fell into a restless sleep, my mind still grappling with my stormy feelings for Dickinson.

Beep!

I heard the sound of my, I reached for my handbag on the table. I quickly took it out of my bag and checked the message. It was from Dickinson.

My heart skipped a beat as I read his message:

Dickinson,

"Sleep well, love."

I felt a warmth spread throughout my body as I thought about him and our dinner tonight.

I couldn't help but smile as I thought about the evening we had spent together. It had started off a bit rocky, with the commotion outside the restaurant and all, but eventually, we were able to enjoy our dinner together. And then there was the moment when he told me that he loved me. I should reply to him too.

I typed a short message:

Emile,

You too.

I placed my phone back on the table and snuggled into my bed. I closed my eyes and let the memories of the evening flood my mind.

… Emile and Dickinson POV…

In the night, the stormy weather was wreaking havoc. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain poured down heavily. The streets were deserted and the only sound that could be heard was the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the roofs and the pavements.

Meanwhile, inside their homes, Emile and Dickinson were sound asleep. As they slept, a cozy light radiated around their bodies, giving off a warm and peaceful aura. Suddenly, the lights started to rise and fly up through the roof, meeting each other in the rainstorm high in the sky.

The light in Emile's body flew to Dickinson's house and settled on his body, causing him to vibrate slightly. Meanwhile, the light in Dickinson's body flew to Emile's house and settled on her body, also causing her to vibrate slightly.