Watching him walk back to his car, she let out a soft sigh. As she started her car, she waited until he reached his truck before backing out of the parking lot. With one last goodbye wave, filled of promises of ‘I’ll call yous’ and ‘I’ll miss yous’, she pulled out onto the…
Emily chuckled softly into the phone’s speaker. She sighed softly and twirled a piece of hair around her index finger. “I told you I’d call when I arrived, didn’t I?” She shook her head, the strand of hair slipping from her finger. She stood up from the bed and bit her lip, a smile growing across her lips. “No, I haven’t seen her yet. I guess that’s not really a surprise though.” She laughed drily and leaned against the bedroom door. “I miss you though.” She felt like the typical clingy girlfriend. This was not her. This was so out of character for Emily Prentiss. To actually miss somebody even though she saw him a few hours ago.
Taking in a soft breath, Emily grimaced, “Do I sound clingy?” She chastised herself, hating what she was becoming. She was beginning to wear her heart on her sleeve it seemed. After all of these years of building up walls and rebuilding them, they were crumbling down bit by bit.
A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She licked her lip and chewed it, debating on whether or not to answer it. She exhaled finally and nodded. “Hang on a minute… ” she opened the door a crack and saw onE of the maids at her door. “I’ll call you back later, Aaron.” She hung up after saying their goodbyes, and opened the door wider, offering the young maid a small smile. “Hi…um, is my mother here?” The maid nodded wordlessly, beckoning Emily to follow her down the staircase. The brunette tossed the cellphone onto her bed and followed close behind, preparing herself mentally to face her mother.
Drawing in a lungful of air, Emily caught sight of her mother at the doorway, shrugging off her coat and handing it to one of the men. Emily forced a smile and nodded a greeting as she approached. “Mother… Hello.” Her mother regarded her with dark eyes, eyes that matched her own. Elizabeth nodded curtly and took a step towards her daughter. Emily nearly stiffened as she closed in for a hug, a loose and very awkward one. “Hello, Emily. I assume your trip here was a good one?” She looked her daughter over, watching as Emily nodded.
The younger brunette caught sight of her mother eyeing her left hand. Still no ring. oh no. Emily gulped and shrugged, trying to force it away. “Yes, it was.. Very good indeed.”