Emerson lets out a breath and looks at the to-do list on her desk. Fuck. I hate seeing her like this. So miserable. So tired. So defeated. I can’t fucking stand it. The urge to take control, to make her get some sleep, to make her quit her two shitty jobs so she can focus on the work she loves and her studies, my entire being screams at me to do what comes naturally to me. But I don’t. There will be a time and place for me to take over, to give her rules she has to follow, to make sure I know where she is at every second of every day. But today isn’t that day.
