<div style="text-align: justify;">"Let go!", Emma shouted back, furious at being held down like that. "I can take as good care of myself as you can, or better!", she completed, still trying to fight Len back despite the pain she was starting to feel on her wrists.<br/><br/>"You should be the one looking in the mirror!", she continued, not even thinking about her words. For once in her life, she was just letting everything out, not taking the time to filter or even caring about whether or not she was hurting anyone's feelings. "Let go!", she repeated, fighting the urge to start kicking or biting. "I'm not hurting anyone but myself, and you have zero reasons to care about me!". She pulled her right wrist again, but it was clear she was getting tired. "And I'm not gonna be stuck with you forever!", the girl added, her voice starting to falter with all the shouting.<br/><br/>"There is nothing happening between us, except for you holding me down!", Emma completed, furiously. She had never been this angry before in her life. At least not at anyone that wasn't herself.<br/><br/>She did calm down a little - or started paying attention - as he started telling how he had met her mother. This knowledge made her sick to her stomach. She had thought it had been a simple accident, something like someone getting in or out of the parking lot and not looking where they were going. "Let go of me", she requested, this time, her voice quiet. "You're hurting me", she completed, not making clear whether or not he was hurting her wrists or her feelings. It was unclear whether she was just resting before resuming her shouting, or if she was really tired and had given up.<br/><br/>"I don't want anything from you, except distance", she completed, still irritated and unable to digest those news. "Whatever happened between us is over and done with", she added, as though she wanted to dig the knife a little deeper.</div>