nick cole + emma bassford āIām not gonna hurt you.ā
Emma had agreed to meet him for dinner against her better judgement. It had been an impulsive answer: heād made it sound so simple and casual and for a brief moment sheād thought that maybe taking their relationship to the next level wouldnāt be a bad thing.
But as soon as she got there, she realized her mistake.
It was lovely. It was like heād carved out a little place of another world, just for the two of them. Heād made her dinner, himself, and set it up in the little garden behind his apartment. Heād strung lights from the trees and music played softly from his phone.
She didnāt know what to say. No one had ever done something like this for her. Most of the guys sheād dated attempted to impress her with how much money they were willing to spend on her ⦠but no one had made something for her. Theyād invest their money (it was easy enough to come by for them), but Nick had invested his time.Ā
Heād already walked down the stairs into the garden, but she was stuck at the top; still too surprised to be able to move. He walked back up to her and extended his hand out to her. But she still didnāt move. āIām not gonna hurt you.ā He teased.
You will, she thought, suddenly. Or Iāll hurt you.
Thatās how it always ended, didnāt it? With broken hearts and disappointments. It wouldnāt be today or tomorrow or even a week or a month. But eventually this would end, wouldnāt it? Just like all the others. And this one, she realized, would hurt so much worse than all the rest.
Coming here had been a mistake.
āWhat is it?ā He asked, realizing something was wrong.
āI ā I should go.ā She said, taking a step back.
āIām so sorry, Nick.ā














