Can't Your Eyes See? [11]

A month later, everything went okay, but Johnny acted odd lately. He didn’t feel comfortable to hang out with Emma and Ryan anymore. He didn’t feel loving Emma as more than just friends. He was in a lost puzzlement but he knew what he would have to do without hurting her. He had seen her in a lot of pain other than noticing her happiness with Ryan. It ached his heart. That’s all he would have to wait until the moment he was ready.

Johnny walked to Emma bit by bit, but unexpectedly, the phone rang at full volume. He watched Emma walk away to the telephone, and picked it up, touching her right ear. Her face swiftly changed her a joyful expression into a heartrending face. Emma dropped the phone on the floor and the voice from it said, "Miss, Miss, are you okay? Hello? Hello?" Emma kneed the soft, olive carpet, and putted her hands over her face. She cried in a million of tears at the top of her voice. Johnny ran to her and threw his strong arms around her waist.

Chelsea walked out of the kitchen and asked mournfully Johnny what happened. Johnny shook his head and mouthed her, ‘I have no idea.’ As he still hugged Emma and permitted her to cry on his tough shoulder, whispering in a soft, sweet words, "I love you, Emma. Don’t cry please. Don’t cry, baby."

Chelsea walked to Ryan little by little and sighed, "Emma is very upset and… I have no idea why she’s upset but let’s find out together until she puts herself together." Ryan sighed unhappily and let Nicole and Will know about Emma. He told them to stay in kitchen until he found out and let them know but they refused to listen to him. So they walked out of the kitchen and walked to Emma, kneeing down on the floor closer to her.

Ryan looked at Emma with the tears inside his eyes and looked away from her gradually. He heard the little voice from the phone that was hanging off the undersized, round firewood table and picked it up. As he pressed it on his ear, and began to request the voice, "Who is on the phone? What’s going on?" He listened every words to the little voice and nodded every time on the phone. He said, "Thanks for letting me know. Ok, bye." He hanged up the phone but someone grasped his arm behind his back. Whispering sadly at the rear of his back, "Is this about her father? He’s dead? Huh?" Ryan turned around to face Chelsea and said, "Yes, ma’am. He left a little note for Emma and I will pick it up tomorrow for her. Don’t worry." He walked away to Emma.

Kneeing down on the floor, he whispered Emma, "Are you alright, Emma?" Emma still sat on the floor with the tears on her warm, crimson cheeks. Wanting to scream, she slowly lent on Ryan’s strong, hard chest with her naked, darkened brown eyes until she carried her eyes to fall asleep extremely from letting her tears continue to drop every time. Ryan picked her up to her room upstairs and released Emma on her soft, queen-sized bed. He sang along his favorite song named ‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her?’ by Jesse McCartney on the radio.

In the next daybreak, Ryan went to pick up a little note from the dead father, Jonathan in Prison. Wondering, he wanted to read a little note but refused to let him read himself without Emma. "My sweet, poor Emma." He whispered in an air that blew his mind off.

Johnny wanted so badly to break up with Emma, because he didn’t feel so fair and right around her. He didn’t want to break up with her in this moment. It wasn’t right time for awhile. He walked to the couch in Emma’s living room and sat down. The thoughts still carried in his mind in a lost world. Seeming like a black hole where the sunshine can’t be shinning, his eyes were so focused at his feet with his grave thoughts. How can I…? How can I break up with her? His words repeatedly in his mind like rewinding the tape over and over again with his eyes closing. The footsteps came closer and closer to Johnny. Someone threw her soft, wiry arms around his shoulders. Her springy, warmed thick lips pressed against his lips, but suddenly he woke up and backed off gently. "Emma…" He almost whispered in miserable tone, but her index finger touched his lips. She shook her heard and mouthed, "Don’t say anything. I know your secret."

Ryan walked to the car with a little, piece of paper in his hand. He put his hands into the pockets with a note. He pulled the keys out of his other pocket to open the door, getting in his old junk car. He planned to buy another, new car but he didn’t have enough time to change car yet. He wondered about how much he loved Emma. He was always there for her with his heart.

"Wh-what are you talking?" He tripped over his tongue. Emma’s icy cold hands grabbed his face and shook her head. "I know your secret, I know your secret." Her shimmering, cheerless tears slipped down her cheeks. "You are going to break up with me, am I right? If I am wrong, let me know." Her words in her beautiful, heartbreaking tone wounded his heart. Johnny nodded without looking in the eyes of Emma. "It’s okay. I will be fine." She stood up from sitting on the sofa. "It’s fine with me as long as you can be my friend rather than being my boyfriend. I still love you but it’s fine." Johnny still sat in a silence.

Ryan pulled the car in Emma’s driveway with a little note in his pocket and walked to the front door. He opened the door--Chelsea let him borrow the key--with the key, entering the house. He saw Emma crying in a silence in a living room with Johnny. Crack! It broke his heart immediately.

Emma nodded softly. She walked away from Johnny with her eyes on the floor devoid of noticing Ryan in front of her. She accidentally smacked Ryan, and then he wrapped his arms around her. Letting her cry once again, he carried his soft words in her ears, "Are you okay?" The words he said that made her knees crash down on the floor but she still stood hugging him. "Johnny breaks up with me, Ryan. I ca-can accept it." She breathed through her hurtful words. "I can’t stand your sorrowfulness. I can’t stand your tears. I hate to give you a little note…from your fa-father." She looked up at his face dumbfound. Ryan handed her a little note from taking it out of his pocket. She read.