Caged within the confinements of her bedroom once again, Emerald was back to square one as she sat motionless on her bed. The rays of sunlight from the late morning sun spilled into the room, casting its light on Emerald's bruised feet while also highlighting her bloodshot eyes and tearstained face.
After running all the way out of Jordan's lone estate barefooted, Emerald had had to walk for miles before spotting a taxi and the effect of her action took a toll on her all through the night till this very moment as her legs burned and throbbed painfully, yet she sat completely still, too emotionally numb to feel any pain — both physical and emotional.
Jordan's confession, along with his hurt expression when she had pushed him away, played repeatedly in her mind but she was too tired, too torpid to shed any more tears. She had, with her own hands, ruined her one chance at happiness. She had chased away the only man, who was willing to love her even after knowing her flaws.