Emma raised her brow at him, looking left and right, within the corner of her eyes.
"Do you have someone you're worried about seeing you?" Max asked, his hand still in the air as he raised a chopping stick with a peppered snail at it's tip…
It was already late at night, but it felt like the beginning of the day for them.
After letting her beat him at the game house, her mood elevated again, same as her greediness.
She knew what she's feeling is literally planning to abandon her family for her selfishness.
Her selfishness, which is love.
Her selfishness, which is the fulfilment she felt after conquering her fears and able to act like she knew she was meant to.
Her selfishness, which is to live and not have to be scared anywhere she was, because her baby sisters and blind mother might be in danger.
If she's to put her feelings now in one sentence, it's awesome!
She felt awesome.
