EMILY'S POV
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The lamp on my bedside table was cascading a warm glow in the dark room. The yellow bulb gave the room a comfy, homey feeling and it calms me whenever I think of my fight with Nico. He’s treating me like I’m a glass object, like I might just break if something hurts me. "Em," Nico's voice beams from the other side of the door, dragging out like he’s singing a song. Anger ripples through me all over again. "What?" I snap, squeezing my eyes shut as I inhale a sharp breath. My chest shakes as I shudder out the breath, "Can I come in?" there's a soft thud against the door. My eyes ping open, and I slowly get off the bed, lightly striding over to the door.
I gently rest my hand on the handle, my hands shaking. With one quick motion, I push the handle down and pull the door op
