Think of all the Stories that We Could Have Told
Maybe it was the fact that Liam had opened the door before Emma had even finished walking up the drive that caught her off guard.
Maybe it was the gifts he'd thrust into her hands, "Here... I got you some things," Liam had said, looking at Emma's hands and avoiding eye contact.
Emma had lost her voice for a second then, but quickly recovered it and tried to make some witty comment. She'd instantly forgotten the words that came out of her mouth.
Liam always gave her gifts when he saw her, but this time she couldn't help but wonder why he was giving her gifts again.
Most likely it was just that they'd done this all before, this being apart, this silence, then this reuniting.
Liam and Emma had just been approaching the restaurant in town when he'd turned to her and said, "I'm paying, okay?"
Usually Emma would protest and refuse to be paid for, but something made her reply with, "Only if you're sure."
She swore he was trying to laugh more than usual, and she could tell he felt awkward- she'd been talking away normally for an hour when he started apologising for not being very talkative, and she realised he had been racking his brain for things to say the whole time.
"I was thinking of you today when I was at work," he'd begun, tipping a ninth sugar packet into his coffee- he never drank coffee, but he'd told her he'd been determined to order coffee today. "And I was thinking of everything I should tell you about, but now that I'm here I don't remember any of my stories." They'd been together two hours now and Liam still hadn't managed to look at Emma when he spoke to her.
He'd sent her a text the week prior, I was thinking about you at work today and I kept making mistakes- this is what you're doing to me, Emma!
She couldn't work out exactly what she was doing, to be honest.
When Emma was driving Liam home after dinner- his car wasn't roadworthy, yet again- the whole situation just struck her.
"This is kind of weird, Liam, driving with you again."
"Yeah?" Liam replied, actually making eye contact with Emma as she stopped at the lights.
"Yeah," she continued, "We've been doing this for years, you know."
When Liam got out of the car he told her how good it had been to see her, as he always did.
Emma didn't know if he was being honest and he'd just been nervous, or if he just felt the need to say something before he shut the door.
As she drove off she wondered how many more years this would go on for.
Maybe it was the gifts he'd thrust into her hands, "Here... I got you some things," Liam had said, looking at Emma's hands and avoiding eye contact.
Emma had lost her voice for a second then, but quickly recovered it and tried to make some witty comment. She'd instantly forgotten the words that came out of her mouth.
Liam always gave her gifts when he saw her, but this time she couldn't help but wonder why he was giving her gifts again.
Most likely it was just that they'd done this all before, this being apart, this silence, then this reuniting.
Liam and Emma had just been approaching the restaurant in town when he'd turned to her and said, "I'm paying, okay?"
Usually Emma would protest and refuse to be paid for, but something made her reply with, "Only if you're sure."
She swore he was trying to laugh more than usual, and she could tell he felt awkward- she'd been talking away normally for an hour when he started apologising for not being very talkative, and she realised he had been racking his brain for things to say the whole time.
"I was thinking of you today when I was at work," he'd begun, tipping a ninth sugar packet into his coffee- he never drank coffee, but he'd told her he'd been determined to order coffee today. "And I was thinking of everything I should tell you about, but now that I'm here I don't remember any of my stories." They'd been together two hours now and Liam still hadn't managed to look at Emma when he spoke to her.
He'd sent her a text the week prior, I was thinking about you at work today and I kept making mistakes- this is what you're doing to me, Emma!
She couldn't work out exactly what she was doing, to be honest.
When Emma was driving Liam home after dinner- his car wasn't roadworthy, yet again- the whole situation just struck her.
"This is kind of weird, Liam, driving with you again."
"Yeah?" Liam replied, actually making eye contact with Emma as she stopped at the lights.
"Yeah," she continued, "We've been doing this for years, you know."
When Liam got out of the car he told her how good it had been to see her, as he always did.
Emma didn't know if he was being honest and he'd just been nervous, or if he just felt the need to say something before he shut the door.
As she drove off she wondered how many more years this would go on for.
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