Falling for you

Coming home

Alison:
I thought I could last a few months without Emily, it turns out I could only do one. I thought that maybe if I tried to move on and forget my feelings for her I could. It's worked on guys before, so why hasn't it worked with Emily? Did I really, truly love her?

A new worry entered my mind. What if she was mad at me and didn't want to see me or talk to me anymore? What if she didn't love me anymore? Or worse, what if she fell in love with Paige? I did give them a lot of time alone together and that scared me.

The plane ride home seemed longer than the plane ride here, or maybe that's because I couldn't wait to see Emily again. Either way, it took way too long. The drive home was even worse. My hands were shaking and my mind was reeling of all the things I would say to Emily and how much apologizing I needed to do. Would I even be brave enough to tell her how I felt? I hoped I would be because I couldn't stand not being with her. And then there was Paige, her super clingy girlfriend who might not even let me talk to her.

My brain had been going crazy so the time that it took to drive from when I had last stopped to my neighborhood was surprisingly fast and I took a deep breath. I mentally prepared myself for facing my mom as I entered my house.

"Oh my goodness, Ali? Baby?" My mom came running through the halls when she heard the door open.

"Hey mom, don't worry. I'm fine!" I smiled even though all I wanted to do was run into Emily's arms and tell her how much I missed her.

"Everyone has been worried sick." She scolded me but gave me a huge hug.

I hugged her back tightly, "I know and I'm sorry. I just needed to get away."

"Well you don't look unhealthy so I'm glad you took care of yourself." Was all she said.

"Thanks mom, for not being angry at me." I said gratefully.

"Now go talk to who you really came here to talk to." My mom shooed me away and I laughed.

"How did you know?" I asked carrying my luggage to my room.

"People don't just leave because of nothing and Emily has been really depressed lately and I'm not dumb you know." My mom was taking this surprisingly well.

"Mom-I'm scared." I blurted out.

"Don't be. You'll know what to say." She reassured me.

"It's good to be home." I muttered to myself as I laid down on my bed preparing what I was going to say to Emily.

It's good to be home.