Will's POV
7 weeks. 7 weeks since the death of Finn Hudson. 4 weeks since my break down and
years before the pain goes away. I've tried to put up an okay smile in front of the kids, but
honestly it's not okay. Not even the comforting arms of my wife can help. Oh Emma. She's
been trying really hard to save me from this devastating position I'm in but nothing is
working. I'm supposed to be the man of the family. I'm supposed to wipe the tears from
her eyes and tell her that she will be okay with me. I'm supposed to stroke her cheek and
tell her she's the most beautiful woman ever. When was the last time I complimented her?
My wife, Emma Schuester has always been there for me, but when is it my turn? When can
I get over the death of Finn Hudson to show her I am strong? I'm not taking care of her
and more importantly I'm leaving my poor angel to take care of herself. If god gave me her
and then gave me the death of Finn which should I choose to take care of first?
Should I be the man of my lady's dreams or the caring best friend? Should I be the one who lets her know she's
safe or the one she should keep safe? All my worries. All my thoughts have been interrupted
when I heard an angel-like voice.
"Will, I'm home."