It still clearly wasn't sitting right with Emmeline. She watched him cautiously and seemed to keep her gaze on him no matter what, even as he moved further away from where she was to sit on the bench. She didn't move. At least not right away. She stood there, clutching his jacket around her petite frame to try and maintain as much warmth as she possibly could. It wasn't enough. She was starting to wonder if it would ever be enough.

She looked sharply at him when he asked if she'd been hurt. She felt her eyes burning again but she didn't want to cry so she simply shook her head no in response at first. But, she had. In a way anyways. She'd likely never speak to Handsome again. Even if his motives hadn't been what she'd thrown at him, what had happened between them had ruined any chance of a friendship. It would be tainted and awkward no matter what happened.

With a sigh, she wandered over to the bench and sat down on it with a humph but made sure she was at least on the other end of it. "No," she finally said, tipping her head back to look up at the sky, "Not really. I apparently focus on the negative and ruin everything." A bit melodramatic, perhaps, but she certainly felt it was the truth.

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