EMMA’s POV :

“What do you think?” he said.

“I don’t know. Are you?”

He looked at me as if I should know the answer already, but I just stared at him with a puzzled look on my face.

“Every day I woke up and I wished that I’d just die,” he paused for a beat before continuing, “To live a life without you is like not living a life at all. But if that’s what happiness is, then yeah, I guess I’m fucking elated,”

Not even this level of sarcasm could hide the pain and bitterness in his words. I didn’t realize he was feeling all these things. He...