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Prompt by: malia27
You couldn't help but smile when you heard the rocks hitting your window. There was only one person brave enough to travel at night to visit you. Putting on your shoes and robe, you rushed downstairs without making any noise to avoid waking up your parents.
Emily ran towards you, picking you up and spinning you around.
"Oh, how I missed you my love. I was going mad without being able to see you."
She sets you down, giving you a chance to wrap your arms around her neck. Her hands automatically rest against your hips.
"And I have missed you as well. What are you doing here? I thought you said that you weren't going to come visit me in the nights. It's too dangerous for you."
Emily smiles and leans down to kiss you.
"I do not care. It pains me to not being able to spend some time with you. My parents and siblings are driving me mad. You're the only one that keeps me sane. You and my poems."
"Your poems, huh? Did you bring another one for me?"
Emily eagerly nods and pulls out the slip of paper that she had written her poem on.
"I was able to convince my father to hire a maid so I wouldn't have to continue doing the chores that my mother insists on me doing. It's so stupid. I'm never getting married unless I can marry you. I don't see a reason as to why I should be doing them."
You sigh sadly. It always upset you when you were reminded that it would be impossible for either of you to actually get married. Especially, how Emily's mother wants to marry her with any guy that shows any interest in her. Emily takes notice of your change in mood, taking your hand, she kisses the back of it and slips the paper in your grip.
"Don't read it until you're back in your bedroom."
"Emily, I've always loved your poems."
"I know but I'd rather you just read it in your bedroom. I must go. It's late and I know my mother is just going to wake me up for another of her lessons."
You give her a look of pity, making Emily roll her eyes at you.
"I'll be fine. Nothing, I can't handle. I love you and I promise to come tomorrow night."
Emily runs back to her house, only to stop and turn back around to give you a deep kiss.
"Goodnight, (y/n)"
"Goodnight, Emily."
Unknown to the two of you, your mother had been watching from the bedroom window.
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You rush to your bedroom, grabbing your candle and turning it on so you're able to read the poem that Emily had written for you.
