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I feel nauseous. My body erupts in a cold sweat, causing me to shiver. Oh God, I’m going to be sick. Rushing to the loo, I crouch down over it. Can my life get any more miserable right now? Tears stream down my cheeks as my stomach rejects every bit of liquor I’ve consumed tonight. My whole body shakes as I sob into the porcelain bowl.
Josh is right behind me, rubbing his hand up and down my back, holding my hair away from my face and whispering how everything is going to be all right. He’s wrong. How is it going to be all right? How can we ever be okay? We’re both fucked up. Josh and I are two very messed up wrongs. They say two wrongs do not make a right. If that’s true, then why does being his feel so damn right?
“Emmy, babe, it’s going to be okay. We are going to be okay. We have to be.”
“Josh, what’s wrong with me?” I ask him.
“Em, you’re in shock. It’s okay. That… I shouldn’t have done that in front of you. I will never forgive myself for that. I’m sorry, so fucking sorry.”
“That’s the thing, Josh. I should care. I should be running right now. Except I don’t care. I don’t care that I just watched you… you… I don’t care about that. I should care, but I don’t. That’s not normal. Love shouldn’t be so blind. We shouldn’t be okay with this.”
“Emily, look at me.” The fact that he called me Emily makes my head snap right up. He rarely calls me Emily. It’s always Emmy or Em.
“There is nothing wrong with you. There is nothing wrong with us. What we have, it’s so much more than love, Emily. What we have, the connection we share, it’s unbreakable. It always has been. We have something people spend their whole lives wishing to find. The stuff Hallmark wished they could capture in a card. What we have, whatever it is, it’s beautiful. It’s extraordinary. Immeasurable. It’s unfailing.”
Josh kisses the top of my head and lifts me up to my feet. He unzips my dress, slowly pulling it down my body. He bends over and unclips my shoes, removing one at a time before dragging my panties down my legs.
I capture my reflection in the mirror. My hair stained with blood from Josh’s hands. My eyes red. My face blotchy. And all I can think is: I’ve looked worse.
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