Matthew's POV: My mom shot me a text saying that Emerson was awake. Now I have to do what the nurse told me to do. Open the note Emerson wrote for me. I unfolded the paper and saw her writing.
ᴵᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿᵞ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᴴᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴰᴼ ᵀᴴᴵˢ. ᴵ ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴸᵞ ᴰᴼ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴾᴼˢˢᴵᴮᴸᵀ ᴮᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵞᴼᵁ. ᵞᴼᵁ ᴹᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᴮᴱ ᴹᵞ ˢᴼᵁᴸᴹᴬᵀᴱ. ᵀᴴᴱ ᴼᴺᴱ. ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴼᵛᴱᴿ ᴹᵞ ᴰᴱᴾᴿᴱˢˢᴵᴼᴺ ᶠᴵᴿˢᵀ. ᴵᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿᵞ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵ ᴴᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴰᴼ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ. ᴵ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴺᴱᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴹᵞ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬ ᴶᴼᴮ. ᴵᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿᵞ ᴹᴬᵀᵀᴴᴱᵂ. ᴵᴸᴸ ˢᴱᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ.
I mentally kicked myself. I had a chance to ask her out and I didn't. Now Emerson's probably going to be out of my life forever. I can't even tell her how I feel because I'm doing this tour. I'm going to text her later and see what she thinks about being my girlfriend. I just don't want to lose her. Again.
Emerson's POV: Mrs. Espinosa was with me the entire day. She helped me walk over to the bathroom, and change my clothes. The hospital is discharging me. Mrs. Espinosa is going to help me do my rehab and or physical therapy. They want me to make my arm stronger and help keep me from falling. My doctor also set up an appointment with a therapist. She's going to help me get through what recently happened.
"Emerson? You have a phone call," Mrs. Espinosa said.
I set down my pencil and took the phone from her. I put the phone to my ear and continued drawing.
"Hello?" I said.
"Emerson!" Matthew responded.
"Matt? Where are you?"
"I'm sorry! I had to leave for this tour I'm doing!"
"Okay. I was a little worried where you were. I woke up expecting for you to be there, but you weren't."
"I know and I'm sorry. The first show is tomorrow and I had to make it to the bus today otherwise I would've missed the show. I'm sorry."
"Matthew. It's okay."
“I read the note you wrote Emerson. Why did you write it?”“I just can’t really focus on a relationship right now. I need to figure out my life first. I’m sorry. I need to go.”
Before Matt could say anything else, I hung up. Tears were in my eyes. I finished what I was drawing and walked to Matthew’s room. I set it on his desk. Mrs. Espinosa was helping me find a small apartment close to here. She really was the mother I never had.
“Emerson!” She yelled from the kitchen.
I walked out of Matthew’s room and into the kitchen. Mrs. Espinosa handed me a bowl full of spaghetti and a glass of milk. I sat down and the table and started eating. I was being very polite and remembering what my mom taught me.
“Emerson!!!” Kristen yelled in a singy songy voice as she entered the house.
“Yes?” I responded.
“I found the perfect apartment! It’s a two bedroom, two bath and it’s only ten minutes away!”
She set down the flyer next to me and grabbed some spaghetti. She sat down next to me and I looked at the mortgage. It was only $1,500 per month. I’m thinking about joining the Photography career and probably have a different part - time job.
“What do you think?”
“I like it. It would definitely work.”
“Yeah. You want to be a photographer right?”
“Then either the second bedroom would be your photographer business or a roommate.”
“You can be my roommate Kristen.”
A smile was brought to her face. Mrs. Espinosa chuckled.