EMILY'S POV
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I don't know if he means what he's saying, but the sincere look on his face softens me and I choose to believe him. "Can we just continue to train?" I change the subject that has been boiling my blood the entire week. I have found myself outside of his newly renovated bedroom door, wanting to see and talk to him, but I forced myself to look past it and go back to my room. Not speaking to him while he continues to babble was the worst feeling of all, because I've found myself enjoying our conversations, with the bickering and all. "Yes," his wide smile makes me want to smile, but I still have some anger left inside of me and I refrain from returning the joyful gesture.
An hour of training, and I'm covered in sweat while the sun is busy going down. The bright orange hue gi
