I gazed at Emmy, remembering how stubborn I thought she was, but really she just made sense, and I resented her for it. We were a part of two different worlds, my friends would be difficult with her, and I was outgoing and loved to be around people, and she preferred to be alone. We were so different. But those moments, like when I had her in my arms in the theater, confirmed what I already knew. It would be worth it.
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