It was on a weekend's morning, Saturday to be precise, the next day after the party, that Maya had visited Emma in her place. Derek had told her, Maya, to promise him that she would make the human see reasons, forgive him, and take him back. And she had complied, even after knowing fully well how strong-headed the redhead could be.
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"It's coming out nice." Emma said, as she looked into the pot that sat on the electric cooker, housing a boiling native dish of the county which she had come to love in her week's stay here. It had been one week now, one week since she came into this strange land. She had a feeling that something much more was about to happen; she didn't know exactly what, but she felt it was fate that she was here, and that her life would be taking a new shape soon. She just didn't know how, and why the heartbreak had to be part of it. She had never felt this attached to a person, had never felt this much hurt.
