Émie's Hell

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in the past. Émie was visibly in need of help; there was no spark left in her eyes. Her expression was one of deep sadness and loneliness, and that, in a way, bothered me. Even th

e smile on her face. Her dilated pupils indica

y well if you could do it now," my gaze was directed

I ca

re. She knows who I am!" and the smi

t I can't. Émi

you'll call her willingly, or I'll come in

lic singing in my ears. "So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Her gaze remained locked on mine,

hat..." Before I could finish what I was saying, she simply a

the moon reflecting a surreal glow on her skin. I snapped back to reality when

ou, Mr. Williams, but you can call me Michael!" She looked at me as if she a

igated to be kind to me because of what happened. It's okay, I'm fine, please don't get into t

inner with me as a sign of gratitude for your good service earlier t

voice made me feel somewhat different. I felt afraid for

where access was limited to those who had booked. As we walked in, Émie seemed mesmerized by everything she saw. The images of Italian paintings added a special touch to the place. Beat

tone made it clear just how surprised she was

al love. In my view, it's a feeling that only serves to drag you into the d

ther than illusions and pain?" She looked at me awkward

ful thing in the world, but if offered incorrectly, it undoubtedly won't yield good res

to this subject now." Sometimes I shoul

rter, that wasn't m

ften say things

ter class to reinforce some things, but nothing beyond that. She didn't seem to be doing wel

nt to seem like I'm forcing anything, but I also

to say about myself; my life is monotonous." Her way of speaking was negative, as if something was

mes do some overtime, and end up spending the whole da

ing different? Don't you feel tra

g the things I like. But not everyone

expressing yourself is e

rent. Demonstrating feelings was still something difficul

e it; sometimes a person can be like that for a reason. Before you ask, I do

I didn't even care about the time. Émie seemed unconcerned, as if she didn't care about anything, although her

usly, so it wouldn't seem like I was joking or teasing. He

there, they'll already be asleep, or not even at home. My parents are problem

aven't you

support myself in a house alone, at least I still don't pay rent. I don't even kn

someone, only I didn't know if that would be good. Besides, it seemed like we had known each ot

nd, I'm here," I said, touching her hand, an

ams, know that I'll r

el, after all, from to

rt from a student early in the morning, but I didn't want

and say goodbye for today. It was a pleasure to have dinne

e grateful if

se, a strong smell of marijuana, and all the lights were off. I felt sorry for Émie having to live in such a depressing environment. The wind was strong, it was thundering a

? Look at you, this isn't a place to live. It's going to rain; I don't want you to stay in the rain;

r me, Michael," she said finally, feeling comfortabl