Call it Love

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Changed

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Chapter 7: Changed (Emilia's POV)

I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, taking a very shaky breath. I stared at the carpeted floor, thinking. About him, about myself, about us, what we used to be. 

What happened? How did we let it all go so quickly? 

When I took in another breath and it came out as a sniffle, I realized a few tears had slipped. I forced out a scoff and wiped my cheeks. 

What's gone is gone. And there's no point regretting or mourning it. 

He looked different now. So different. He'd always been tall but he'd gotten so much taller. Or maybe I didn't grow at all. I barely grew a couple of inches, now sitting at five foot four, but he grew and grew. From six-foot to six foot two, now probably six foot four. He'd gotten bigger, more muscular. His shirt fitted on him tightly, hugging his arms, chest, and broad shoulders. The black fitted full-sleeve v-neck looked good on him. His eyes were still as blue as ever, they would always light up under the sun. His dimples were still there. 

I'm lucky I get to see them even when he isn't smiling since that's how deep they are. They're usually visible when he talks. 

His hair looked different but it was always changing back then too. For a while he had long and shabby hair falling over his forehead, brushing against his eyes. Then he cut it up before our high school graduation. At one point, right at the beginning of high school, I remember he buzzed it off. I was... horrified. 

"What did you do?" I gasped as he strolled into my room casually. 

"What?" he mumbled in confusion, kicking his shoes off and sitting beside me on the bed. 

"Your hair! You should have told me you were cutting it!" 

"Why?" 

"What do you mean why? You always tell me. I decide your hair cuts." 

"I wanted a change, Emmy." 

"This change is... not good," I said softly and then reached up to touch it. He swatted my hand away but I clicked my tongue and tried again. He let me. I rubbed my hand against the short buzz cut. I pulled my hand away quickly. "That tickles," I mumbled and then stared at him. "Why?" I whined. "I liked your hair the way it was." 

"Yeah well, I didn't." 

"Why not?" 

"I—" He huffed in frustration, turning to look at me. 

"Did you do something stupid?" 

"Maybe." 

"Did you get gum in your hair or something?"