Emma's Lovebook
The cold rain felt like icicles pelting her face as she walked home to the sound of blaring car horns and an illuminated New York City against the night sky. “I hate it here,” she muttered to herself as she made her way through the noisy streets. She was on her way home from a double shift at the bar and was unbearably exhausted per usual. Exhausted was a character trait for Emma at this point; physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. Working double shifts at the bar and sharing a tiny, rundown apartment with three roommates who are essentially strangers at just twenty-years-old will do that to a girl. But this was what she had to do to survive, and that’s all Emma has ever known: survival.
