EMILY’S POV

Ouch.

I couldn’t deny the stinging sensation in my chest, as I watched them. In my head, the girl changed to me, and it was me and John again, brimming with love for each other as we kissed. I wanted to tear my eyes off them, I really wanted to, but I couldn’t. My eyes were stuck staring at them. I didn’t want them to see me staring, but…

Damn. Even though all the feelings left in me for John was hatred, I still couldn’t help feeling hurt.

Maybe I connected with the part ...