He watched helpless as the door closed behind her. No matter what he said, no matter what he did, she would just not listen. Every attempt to persuade Emmy to leave Micah was a fail. Adrian didn't understand why she kept going back to an unworthy, cheating asshole. Emmy knew what kind of person Micah was, a player who just used girls as if they were an unlimited supply of paper napkins. Yet Emmy still kept going back to him, “He can change, trust me” was her excuse. She still said it even when she found out that Micah had woken up with a hangover and another girl in bed. Emmy would come broken hearted to Adrian, cry while Adrian did his best to console her and when her sobs had diminished he would try to reason with her to stop seeing Micah. She would brush aside his words, as if they were crumbs stuck to her clothes. She would stare out the window with her eyes the color of the summer sky, her hair the color of night that reached her waist in perfect waves, and an expression on her face that felt like someone was squeezing Adrian's heart with all their strength. It was an expression filled with love, but not for Adrian like he wished it to be, no it was for Micah. This wasn't the type of person that Emmy was. She was smart, sweet, and understanding. But Adrian couldn't understand this new mask she hid under. And every time after he was unable to shake her from whatever spell Micah had cast upon her, he’d watch as she faked a smile and told him to stop worrying. She’d leave deceiving herself perhaps, but not Adrian. He would be left helpless, burdened, and heartbroken on his little beige sofa, silently cursing a certain asshole.          
            There was a side to Micah that didn't make him a complete asshole. That was the reason Emmy had fallen in love with Micah, but she had only seen that side of him once. She had met Micah at a party. They had mutual friends and when Micah was sober, he was able to have a decent conversation. They’d become friends after seeing each other at various parties and gone out to have coffee a few times when Micah was well enough to get himself out of bed and out of his house. The coffee led to something more, something that was a distraction for both of them. For her it was a distraction from her family. Her father who had for hoped her to follow in his footsteps to become a great lawyer, but had abandoned her when she chose to create her own path in writing. Emmy wasn't sure what Micah was distracting himself from, he had money, he would be taking over his father's business in a few years, and he was well educated. If he was able to graduate from a marvelous university such as Princeton with the best grades, then Emmy knew that once Micah didn't have these troubles. That he wasn't always a mess. Even though they got closer and closer, Emmy still didn't know why Micah struggled, after endless and endless coffee dates, he never brought it up and dismissed the topic every time she tried to ask. Yet Emmy didn't want to give up on him, there was something more than Micah let on but Emmy loved him regardless. It started on one of those days when they had gone to have coffee and they had crossed the busy streets of New York. There were a countless number of homeless people in New York, but one couldn't help all of them. Micah and Emmy were going into Starbucks and near the bottom of the steps was a man whose legs appeared to be broken. Emmy felt sad and threw in some quarters in the chipped and cracked cup that the man held. While Emmy sat on the little table inside, Micah went to place orders. He ordered an extra coffee and a box full of pastries and on their way out he handed it to the man on the steps. It made Emmy wonder what went on that brain of his. This man who spent his entire time at parties,drunk,always with girls, and sleeping most of the time had a heart on the inside. It was just covered under many layers of wrapping paper, and no matter how much someone ripped the papers apart, they wouldn't be able to find that heart unless Micah wished for them to find it. And so finding Micah's heart was Emmy’s goal, after seeing it surface once it had filled her whole body with warmth. The kind when she drank hot chocolate when it's hot but not too hot and as it settled inside her stomach, the aroma traveling through her entire body and making her bones tingle. As she watched him hand the coffee and pastries to the homeless man, she had realized she loved Micah until that moment. No matter how much he pulled away from her and wouldn't accept her, she wouldn't stop chasing after him until he let her catch up. It wouldn't matter to her if her feet got swollen, she'd still chase him. It wouldn't matter if she'd trip, she'd get up and go after him. She'd run after him, catch him, and stop him from jumping off the bridge. A sight she couldn't bear to see. All because he was trapped in a world of loneliness, with no way out.
                Everyday Micah was dealing with a new type of loneliness. To distract himself he lost himself in the pleasures that girls gave him. Everytime, the same things, different girls. He knew he was a jerk. He knew what he was doing was awful, but it was the only distraction from her. When the girls left, heartbroken or emotionless because they were the same as him, he buried himself in the loneliness. There was one girl who kept coming back, who wanted to actually have a relationship with him. Emmy, that was her name. What a fool she was, there was no point in her trying to save him. Nothing could save him. All he could think of was her, how she left him and how she shattered his heart and the pieces that still surrounded him. He tried not to remember, but one couldn't just forget someone you had shared your entire life and soul with. Everywhere Micah looked, everywhere he went, all he saw and heard was her. Her laugh that sounded like the soft melodies of the wind chimes. Her hair that glowed like a halo in the sun. Her eyes, the color of a stormy gray sky during a thunderstorm. His Gracie, she was all he could see when he closed his eyes. The pain that he experienced was like no other, and so he drank and drank and drank until he could hardly tell his dreams and reality apart. He lost himself in the wine, beers, and girls in short, cheap dresses. He soaked the pillows with the never ending supply of tears. He'd lay awake on his bedroom floor, empty glass bottles making a second carpet, the tv flickering images Micah hardly payed attention to, the broken light still hanging, and the curtains always drawn and the lights always off ,making the room pitch black. He wouldn't even acknowledge the maid that came and set his food on the glass table by the door. Micah would just stare up at the sky, wishing he could be with his Gracie. When he couldn’t take it anymore, when he could no longer bear to be parted from Gracie any longer, he went and jumped off the bridge. He thought he heard shouts that told him to stop, but he didn't because his mind was filled with Gracie, and only Gracie and what she will say to him when she saw him. So he let the white light embrace him.