Emily's brown eyes looked away from you, her arms wrapping around herself. She just couldn't let you in, not after what happened. Emily didn't want you to think of her differently, but having Doyle being able to hurt her friends, her family, she didn't want you getting hurt too. It was why she was standing in front of you, her brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. It hurt Emily to do this, but if Doyle found out, there was no telling what he'd do to you.

She'd rather be killed than to watch you get hurt. She couldn't let you get hurt for her. Her hair covered her face slightly, saving her from the cold somewhat, but her nose still tinged red from the cold weather. Emily took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her voice slightly cracked as she finally looked you in the eye. "I'm not in love with you, I never was,"

Emily shudders after she says it, like it was an out of body experience. "I'm sorry, it's for the best,"