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Emma's POV
There are moments, that seem disjointed, each in their own, unique way, but all of them so truly out of place; fractured scenes in an understood life, so honestly disrupted, that they don't seem real. Sometimes things are different. Sometimes the world seems a confused mess of colours and sounds, and nothing is ever real. Sometimes, the only time we know we're alive is when the world stops, the colour drains. In moments of silence, only the loudest of beauty can be heard. Amongst the faded technicolour only black and white is visible. And although the darkness may not be as stunning, or as blinding, what is left is something wisely cherished; something honest and real.
"Miss P? You there?" Mercedes waved her hands dramatically, rolled her eyes in frustration. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" She resembled a toddler pre-tantrum, ready to burst. And she was kind of right to be mad. I mean I wasn't exactly being respectful towards her. But to be honest I was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on anything other than the sound of the other glee kids, not far from where I was standing; talking, laughing, shouting; desperately trying to banish the consuming wave of anxiety that threatened to break what little control I had left.
"Yes, of course. Rachel can't be left alone with Finn or Kurt with Blaine. If they get too close pretend to faint just for long enough for you to distract Kurt and Rachel with something sparkly and Finn and Blaine to play hero and try to help me. Everything's going to be fine... Go have fun, I'll see you later." I don't know where the sudden optimism came from; I think I was trying to convince myself as much as I was her. Because really, I was absolutely terrified. What if something went wrong, like I tripped on my trail and then it ripped and I ended up flashing my relatives and everyone laughed and pointed an- "Miss P? I said the beautician's ready to start on your hair now." I returned my gaze to the concerned teen's anxious stare. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes." I nodded with mock confidence. "Of course I am." "Right. Well I'll see you in a bit then..." "Y-yes, yes you will." She nodded, with what I knew was masked doubt and smiled weakly before adding; "you know that if you need anything all you have to do is ask; any of the other glee kids would be happy to help... You know you're like family to all of us, I mean we've watched you and Mr Shue fall in love with each other over the years, and you've kind of been there for us, just by being there for him. You're an extremely important part of the glee club and you should know that we all care about you... You've watched us grow up too... You've seen losers become winners and enemies become friends... I think that the only thing that never changed through everything was your love for each other, and I hope that I find something like that one day... Although I doubt I ever will; what you two have is something not many people find... And you have nothing to worry about miss P, you know that you'll always have that, that wonderful love for each other at the end of everything, that's one thing that'll never change. You'll always be loved." She smiled tenderly, toying with the soft white bow of her dress in shyness. "Mercedes... I... Thank you... I had no idea you felt that way... You are an amazing, beautiful, young woman, and so, so talented... I'm sure true love is right around the corner." I smiled honestly and laughed at her response; "that was my bridesmaid speech... Just act surprised, okay?" "Sounds like a plan." She smiled in response and hugged me kindly. My worries seemed just a little bit lighter.
"So, what do you think?" I assessed my reflection critically. But discovered there was nothing to say. My make up was simple, and natural; just how I liked it. Just the right amount of pink lined my cheeks and lips, and somehow I looked younger, more alive than I ever had. Gentle, auburn curls caressed my cheeks; their spiral form was flawless even in my eyes. The rest of my glossy hair was pinned meticulously, in a way that somehow allowed the illusion of simplicity and natural perfection but which took hours to perfect. The tiny pins that held a masterpiece in place were not excessive or extravagant, but tiny and delicate, extremely feminine and stunning amongst the silky curls of my hair, they glittered in the light, so innocently beautiful, that they could be seen as unimportant, or missable, but if you did look close enough, you just might see how truly lovely they looked; all were in the shape of tiny white roses, detailed with a precisely embroiled, emerald green leaf; perfect. And then there was the dress. I had chosen to go with a simple, traditional, white dress made up of graceful layers of silk and lace, the soft, delicate material hung from my small curves effortlessly, but beautifully, I had chosen to base my dress on princess Diane's, but had made sure to slightly customize it to my preference. I really did look like a princess. The woman in the mirror smiled, and I smiled back. "I love it."
"Oh my gosh... Miss Pillsbury... You look beautiful..." I smiled mildly, almost afraid something would go wrong if I so much a grinned honestly, like that fragile happiness was hanging on a thread, and I needed to tread carefully. "Thank you Rachel, you look lovely." She did. They all did in fact. The glee girls all made beautiful brides maids and the boy's handsome page boys. I couldn't help but admire the pretty dresses, simple, red dresses, with graceful white bows and red roses clipped into each girl's carefully curled hair, roses that matched the ones they held, one for each girl, all finished with tiny, glittering diamante and a silky white bow. The boys wore white shirts and red ties, each looking so smart in their assigned outfits. I smiled to myself; all those hours of planning and panicking and comparing different types of flowers and dresses and lights had finally paid off.
"They're ready for you." Kurt whispered. Squeezing my arm sympathetically when he noticed my fearful expression. "You'll be fine." He nodded surely, as if he somehow knew that everything would turn out okay. And I smiled in response, appreciating the sentiment but still not believing. I could hear my mother's voice from outside the hall, above all the other voices, although the church held only the closest of Will and my family and friends it was still pretty loud, and my mum definitely wasn't helping the situation. I was still amazed my parents had even turned up; and my brother James had driven miles from where he lived with his lovely wife, Karen, and the twins, for the event. And then there was my cousin Betty; my only childhood friend, and my grandma, who could hardly make it out of the house, and yet she'd taken the long journey from Virginia to Ohio, probably just glad to see someone other than my bickering parents for a little while. I should've been excited to see my family, and I would have been, had I not been so nervous and had it not been my family. Who they hadn't seen me since I was afraid, since I was anxious and frightened and young and unhappy; so very unhappy. I wished I was more than they expected, but I feared the description was as accurate as ever. I allowed a finger-tip the small comfort of soft silk; the neat bow that captured my bouquet of white roses so gracefully, a bunch of preciously pure flowers were held so anxiously, and with such fear, that I felt somehow guilty; almost as if I was offending their perfection, with my uncollected flawfullness. My meticulously manicured fingers clutched the flowers tightly and my breathing quickened considerably at the words: "We'll be home by five at least, I know it, I mean look at all of these people. Freakie will have an anxiety attack the minute she sees, and that will be it. Be home in time to catch the six a clock news." I had to prove them wrong. "Thank you." I smiled at Kurt and signaled the maestro with a small nod. I was ready.
The doors flew open dramatically. A hundred faces turned my way. Gasps and whispers pierced the silence; I wasn't sure which I preferred darkness or light; both were blinding; both were deadly. A sharp intake of breath and I froze, my eyes widened. Move. I forced my legs to work and prayed I wouldn't regret choosing such a long train. I should've learnt my lesson from Cousin Betty's wedding. I hadn't.
My father was stood by my side, but he was practically mute; and had been since he'd joined me outside. I knew he didn't want to be there, he had made it clear, if not with words than with actions, and I know that I shouldn't have cared, but I did; unconditionally, and I wanted, no, needed to do this right, just for once; I wanted all my dreams to come true. I wanted the long white dress, the brightly coloured flowers and adoring parents who told me they were proud, but was left with nothing.
The music started what seemed too late and I avoided a hundred judging eyes. I found only one. And only one mattered. Will. He looked so handsome in his smart suit, white shirt and red tie, and almost as anxious as me, stood up there all on his own, I searched for his eyes in the mess of shapes and figures, watching his expression as it softened and his smile broadened in adoration. And in that moment everything fell into place, all the pieces aligned and I could finally see clearly; the colour drained, the music stopped, I forgot it had even begun, but the glee kids were dancing and singing all around me, I was sure. I thought I heard my father whisper something close to caring into my ear before he left my side. But to me there was silence, wonderful, beautiful, frightening, silence. So loud it was deafening. And amongst the fear, and the worry and seemingly eternal anxiety, I found sanctuary in his eyes. The one place that'd always been home. And I smiled, because just like that, I'd won; I had Will after all, and wasn't he everything I'd ever wanted? Happiness and somewhere safe, a place so far from what I knew that nothing could touch me. There was no judgment, just a friend I could count on, it sounded familiar... And Will had turned out to be so much more, as I'd always known he would. It was suddenly clear; if I had nothing but his kindness and strength in the world I would be perfectly fine, because if you think about it, there had been moments where that was all I'd had, and I'd made it through; we'd, made it through.
Surrounded by a dozen white roses and a thousand glittering fairy lights I found colourlessness, and something more beautiful than all the colour in the world. In the light I was surrounded by darkness and in a crowd I was lost and alone. Until I found continuity and the kind of love most never find. Suddenly, in the mist of madness I knew that everything was going to be okay.
Will's POV
I could have sworn that the world stopped the moment Emma's eyes met mine. Like suddenly we were alone in the bridal shop again, almost four years earlier. And in a second, I fell in love with her all over again. I remembered a beautiful, timid young woman with hazel eyes and a smile that could kill. I remembered a voice that carried an unintentional smile and the kind of grace that isn't best found out of fairy tales. A dress that I could have sworn I'd imagined; something so perfect couldn't possibly be real, but it wouldn't be enough to say was it just flawless; not when it was so much more than any one word, or however many endless sentences; nothing could ever define such loveliness. Because in that moment I remembered the kind of beauty that shines brighter and truer than a thousand candles and could burn fiercer and darker than the strongest, and most incredible of fires. I was honored to bask in her glow; to admire her beauty when most weren't enough to see something so lovely. I decided not to question my worthiness; and couldn't help but remember the first time, and the countless times after, that I'd been left speechless. This time though, I knew just what to say.
"You make a beautiful bride." I winked at the whisper only we could hear and a memory only we would ever share. Emma blushed sweetly and with a smile that needed no words she whispered a sentence I had already understood; "I'm glad I'm finally yours." I smiled blissfully in agreement, and allowed a hand to clasp hers, tenderly; I brought her tiny hand to my mouth, and softly kissed her knuckle. Sighing wistfully when a grin transformed her features and her eyes widened in adoration. "It's about time." I observed, chuckling at the colour that tinted her cheeks to a further scarlet.
The words of the Priest were barely audible, suddenly I forgot where I was; under the watchful eye of Emma's parents, their glare burning painfully even from where they were sat; as far from the front of the hall as possible, but close enough to avoid any questions, or awkwardness when Rusty returned to his seat. The voice of my mother, somehow already drunk and my fretting father trying to keep her from kissing the young man next to her; but unable to remove her from his lap, much to both men's horror; were all suddenly unimportant. Because suddenly, it was just us, and nothing else mattered.
"You saved me Will; it's as simple as that. You're more than just the man I love but my best friend in the world, the one person I can really trust and my soul mate. Anyone else would've given up a long time ago, but for some reason you chose to stay by my side after everything. I've been mean, I've yelled, and I've cried, and even when I said I didn't love you, and I left you, you were still there, picking up the pieces, and loving me through my mistakes, somehow seeing more than anyone else in the world.
I don't think I'll ever understand why you chose to love me, I never imagined I'd be so lucky; I mean you're my dream, Will; I never truly believed we could be real. And now for the rest of my life I'll wonder why, but I'll never ask, because I'm afraid I can never understand; why the most amazing man in the world choose me, when he could've had anyone.
I love you so much Will, and I know for the rest of my life I'll be less than you deserve, but the best I can be, because you love me." Tears streamed leaving their de-veiling mark on her rosy cheeks, her eyes shined with a happiness I'd never seen, and I clutched her hand just a little bit tighter than before. How could I bare to wait until "you may now kiss the bride"?
The priest cried then, and our families stopped talking and in my mum's case, hiccupping, and just watched two people who loved each other, more than anything, and deserved more than just their silence. Just for a moment, the whole world was silent.
"When I met you, I was a tired, unconfident young teacher who wasn't happy with who he was. And then one day, you told me that confidence was sexy, and I found myself in a boy band called "Ackafellas", then suddenly, I was just a little bit surer of who I was; I knew, for a start, that I wasn't meant to be in a boy band. And that Sandy is extremely creepy..." Emma giggled delicately and smiled gracefully, I continued after a moment of speechlessness; "suddenly, I was just a little bit closer to finding out who I wanted to be. It took me a few more years to find out that being a teacher isn't all about maths and science, it's about making the right choices and being who you want to be and not who the world tells you, you should be. You taught me that, every time you laughed at something I said or smiled when I mentioned the glee club I felt I knew just a little bit more about the world. It was like I'd discovered an entire universe inside your office. And after a thousand mistakes, countless tears and a whole lot of yelling, I found myself falling for the beautiful red-head whose smile lights up my day and whose laugh can make everything else disappear. I found myself in love with my best friend and my teacher; the one person I can trust, even when I say the wrong thing and make mistake after mistake. I found myself perfect in your eyes, and trying eternally to be the man you so desperately deserve.
I finally realized that you make my day with your smile and that I'd memorized the way your eyes light up when I speak. I discovered who I wanted to be, I discovered that I was a teacher not of maths or of science. I discovered that I hate Spanish and that I was never any good at it anyway. I discovered, that who I am is a man who loves you, more than anything, and who will never be perfect, or even close, who'll continue to make mistakes because he's only human, and who shouldn't try to be superman because he never will be.
There was a point that seems eternal, at which I realized, am realizing, that all I'll ever be is Will, and that all I've ever needed was you. Because you, are my dream, my best friend, my soul mate; the only place that'll ever be home was not, is not, Broadway, or anywhere else, near or far, but you; you, are my home, my destiny; you always have been. And "I love you" will never be enough to explain how I feel about you; how I light up inside when you say you care too, and how you are more special than you could ever know, or believe, but I'll say them anyway, because it never has been, and I'll try to be a better person. I'll grow just a little bit every time you laugh, I'll find myself home every time I get lost, and in the end maybe I'll be somewhere near to worthy of you." Shameless tears were streaming by the time I'd finished, my hand gripping hers even tighter than before; I was afraid her delicate fingers might break under my powerful grasp; I was clutching them so desperately, but she wasn't close enough. I doubted she ever would be.
"By the power vested in me pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." My wife, Emma Pillsbury, Shuester, was my wife. Finally I succumbed to the need to feel her so close, the urge that had started with Emma Pillsbury, the pretty, sweet, guidance councilor in a white dress, that day in the bridal shop. The force that seemed to pull me back to where I belonged was finally succumbed to. The magic that had maintained for four years, never truly leaving the depths of my eyes; even when her name changed and her face aged, she would always remain, Emma. My lips found hers in the black and white and the colour returned, but not the uncoordinated, messy kind, instead it was just the right amount of disorder, and imperfection, to be real but not bitter.
We pulled apart only when claps and cheers broke the beautiful silence and reminded us where we were. My forehead rested against hers and she blushed sheepishly at the intimate moment shared with our closest family and friends. I could hear Puck wolf whistling from where we were stood and I sent him a dirty look, which quickly transformed into a chuckle and a lopsided grin directed at Emma. She flushed further and bit her lip shyly. Smiling at me only. I'd never felt so special.
The rest of the day was spent in polite conversation with family and friends, Emma's tiny hand still clutched in my large one, because I was afraid I might wake up and lose her.
I watched her smile grow when we spoke to her cousin, Betty, and they mooned excitedly over her dress, giggling like school girls. "I just can't believe how beautiful you are! My little cousin all grown up! We've got to get the family together sometime, it's been too long!" Betty was incredibly sweet, and extremely enthusiastic. Slightly plum in frame with round, rosy cheeks, an honest smile and sparkly brown eyes, I could imagine her in a flowery apron, a fresh batch of cookies in her arms. She even pulled me into a warm hug the minute she found us amongst the crowd, suffocating me considerably as Emma laughed happily; I was overjoyed to see her so blissful and thankful that Betty had saved us from Emma's bickering parents. Not that it really mattered, though, for some reason their words didn't matter, not when we had the rest of our lives together, somehow, I knew Emma felt the same way, throughout their speech on the lack of red-heads present my hand never left Emma's waist, clutching her protectively to my side. Her head rested comfortably on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, as close as possible.
Her parents weren't all bad, though, I think they cared, beneath it all at least. "Take care of our little girl, Will." Rusty Pillsbury whispered when Rose disappeared for a moment. "You can count on it, Mr Pillsbury." I nodded seriously, taking the hand he offered in a firm grip. "Please, call me Rusty." A small smile was shared between two people with one thing in common, and there was finally hope.
The speeches were sweet and brief, evoking multiple tears at Finn's best man's speech and Shannon's maid of honor one. They'd both done amazing jobs. Shannon had managed to keep Sue's outbursts to a minimum throughout the meal, and Finn had kept me from freaking out too much at the altar, in the long wait for Emma's arrival; he reminded me why I was there, of the future we had waiting; sometimes I think that boy teaches me more than I him and I can't help but wish he could stay my student forever- he has so much more to teach me! I mean the boy even managed to keep Puck inline at my stag night; somehow saving us three strippers and a trip to Vegas with a few words I'll never know, and probably don't want to. Strangely, when Mercedes spoke her speech Emma winked and smiled, and the teen grinned in return, it was almost knowingly, the way they had beamed at each other, like they were part of some inside joke no one else knew. I hadn't realized they were so close.
"... And I don't want to miss a thing, coz even when I dream of you... The sweetest dream will never do, I still miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing..." The glee kids sung beautifully and Emma smiled wistfully at my song choice. "The Armageddon soundtrack, hmm?" I chuckled innocently. "Is it?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is." Her smile transformed to one of shock when the song changed to "I could've danced all night" and then to one line of "the thong song", which earned me a scowl and a high pitched "Will!" her disapproval was quickly was broken by an unintentional smile and a harmonic giggle.
The music changed again and "we found love" came on; just for a moment, every song that was ours poured from the speakers, ending with "my life would suck without you", calmed to perfect speed for the slow dance I knew she would love; perfectly romantic.
The music was the one thing Emma had let me chose, although I admit I was more than happy to let her do most of the planning, with the occasional opinion from my behalf, I was glad I could finally give her a good surprise, one that afforded me with countless smiles and the occasional moment of false annoyance.
I clutched her against my chest and into a warm embrace, just for a moment, that wasn't long enough, until we regained composure and I held her the way one would a delicate, porcelain doll, except that she was much more precious. And I clasped her hand and stroked her gloved skin with my thumb, the way I had when she'd sung "I could have dance all night." I think she remembered, the way she smiled at my crocked grin said that she did. We laughed again and I couldn't seem to wipe the grin from my lips. "Mash up?" She smirked when I shook my head, oh no, no, no, no, Mrs Shuester..." We both grinned dreamily at the mention of her new name, "not just any mash up, but what I like to call a mega mash up.", "It's perfect." she smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Really?" and a hushed response only we could hear. "I love it.", "You do?", "I do. I do... I do!" We were laughing again in seconds, and smiling madly, earning a few strange looks from the guests, but neither of us cared, we just laughed harder at their questioning eyes and silent disapproval, and we were younger than we had been in years.
That day hardly left each other's sides, except for a few dreaded occasions, when we had to. Later that night a little girl called Lucy asked me to dance, and Emma smiled for the entire song, her sparkling, brown eyes never leaving mine, even as Rachel spoke enthusiastically, her hands flailing madly, telling a story we'd both heard countless times that night, Emma continued to grin dreamily and watch Lucy and I jumping and singing enthusiastically to hot n' cold, sung by Blaine, the Katy Perry hit he'd insisted simply must be sung.
Other than that we mostly made sure that we'd spoken to every person, including Emma's mad grandma, who informed us every time we spoke that we hadn't seen her all day, and that I looked a bit like a singer whose name she couldn't quite remember. And then there were my parents, my mother was asleep in the corner quite quickly, gin and tonic still in hand. And my father who congratulated us and told called Emma to call him "dad." I was so happy to see her eyes light up at his words and was proud of the way they seemed so comfortable together, my two favorite people getting on so well, just as I knew they would.
Emma's brother was a surprise, and I found out the little girl I had danced with earlier, Lucy, was one of the twins I'd heard so much about.
James seemed almost regretful, like the first time I'd met him; as if he was still haunted by the event that had changed his sweet, happy little sister to a fearful, anxious girl much older than her years.
That night he seemed a just little bit happier or a little less troubled, the pain was still there, though, but it lessened a little at Emma's sincere smile. And he shook my hand again, like the first and only time we had met, and we shared a small smile when he said "Thank you, Will, for making her happy, there was a point where I thought I'd never see her smile like that again. You're a good man." I nodded, understanding entirely, and replied, "You should come round for dinner one night, you know, if you're ever in the neighborhood, and make sure to bring Karen and the twins next time." James smiled honestly. "I'll hold you to that." The younger man's gaze was averted momentarily when Emma walked over to us. "James! I'm so glad you could make it!" She offered him an award winning smile and a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't miss it for the world... I mean it wasn't like I was invited to the other ones..." He joked and Emma winced. James laughed again, and I noticed his smile matched hers at its fullest. "It's okay Emmie, this one's the only wedding I'd want to see anyway..." His voice turned to a whisper, "you're my favorite." I chuckled at his comment, "thanks James, you're not too bad yourself." He grinned again before returning his gaze to a smiling Emma, "you look lovely Emma, like a proper princess, I bet Betty had a fit when she saw you." "She did." Emma laughed, nodding enthusiastically before sharing a knowing smile with her brother. And I watched the seemingly lost siblings laugh and grin and share memories of a childhood I realized I knew little about, and wanted desperately to be more than familiar with, I was thankful to have eternity to learn a thousand stories.
The night ended the way it had begun; with mad dancing and alcohol, only this time my mum wasn't the only one drunk, and dancing to a song that had, never before that night, seen an awkward rendition of the robot. The night ended with the kind of drunkenness that is only amounted to at the best of wedding. Even Rose Pillsbury joined in for the "Macarena", and Sue danced with Shannon to "the birdie song", she also told Emma that she "doesn't look horrible." And added "thank god there isn't a bow… And it's not yellow either..." She pondered this for a moment, sipping an unidentifiable liquid from her glass, I didn't remember seeing any green drinks at the bar... "I was worried you'd come out in yellow and look like a canary, but you don't, and that's better than looking like one, Esmeralda." Before leaving the hall, cackling happily and stumbling drunkenly. When I asked her about it on Monday she denied the whole thing, unsurprisingly.
Amazingly, there were no fights between the glee kids for the entire day. By the end of the night it was as if nothing had happened between them and they were singing and dancing and jumping along to the "time warp." A song which we saved until the end of the night for, as Emma had put it, the "antici...pation". We both joined in with this one, of course, and it was great to see the glee kids altogether again, Emma was laughing and smiling with them as if she'd always been so happy. For that moment, it was as if everything was right in the world. All of my favorite people in one room, the happiest I'd ever seen them.
Emma's eyes were glowing, her cheeks flushed with joy, a permanent smile etched into her angelic features, it was as if she'd always been so blissful, and so free. Layers of delicate white fanned out around her wildly, her hair loosened now and mad around her face in carelessly perfect curls. It was as if she'd never been lost or alone; always been mine.
I knew she'd never be alone again, not with me, not ever.
After a wonderful day I somehow found myself eager for the end. Selfishly I wanted to be the only one to see such beauty, because she was, and I wanted more than anything to capture the light that seemed to pour from her eyes when she smiled, and bring it to life every time the darkness threatened to overcome, as it had many times before.
"Will! What are you doing?!" Emma screeched when I lifted her bridal style as when entered the hotel. I chuckled fondly, "what does it look like? I'm carrying my wife to her room." "People are looking at us..." She blushed sheepishly and buried her face in the material of my tux. I laughed again at her cuteness and grinned at my sweet wife.
Even after everything she hadn't changed, not where it counted. "You, are adorable."
Emma's POV
Will placed me gently on the bed, so carefully and with such grace that I found myself gazing up at him lovingly, lip caught between teeth, as hopelessly in love as I had been the first time he saw me in a glossy white dress. "You're so beautiful." Will sighed happily, caressing my cheek gently with his strong hand.
He smirked with a sudden change of tone; "I didn't step on your trail." I laughed, "The priest still cried, though." "Must've seen Kurt's outfit." He joked childishly and I slapped his arm playfully, he grinned with a mocking wince and I smiled again. "I thought he looked nice." "He was wearing a skirt, Emma." I giggled at the truth in his words and nodded, "yes, yes he was." "I'd have been disappointed if he wasn't, though." Will remarked with a grin, a flawless smile that was so wonderfully lopsided I found myself silent, and in love with the moment, the light that had disappeared as he spoke, and the colour that never mattered when we were together.
I found myself forgetting all the names that only moments ago had seemed so important and only knowing two; Will and Emma, Emma and Will. Pillsbury or Shuester, it had never mattered; I'd always been his, even when disguised by another name, even when his was shared with another; I'd always been his.
Our bonds were tighter than wedding ties; we were family. And just like that, I knew we always had been, always would be. Because we have the kind of love that's hard to find, close to impossible to keep; because the greatest of things come with a worthy price. But we'd made it through, and now we had forever to bask I the result of tireless trying.
What was left, was little more that countless moments of black and white; of colourlessness silence and the kind of beauty only lovers can treasure; blissful moments divided by years of marriage, and into a life shared by two, finally and forever; Will and Emma were eternally born.
Wow, that was a lot longer than I planned! Sorry for my rambling, but I hope you liked it anyway. :) I probably won't be updating for a week or so because I'm still writing Misplaced Moments and the (long overdue) epilogue to Falling, but if you have any ideas you'd like to see in rambling form let me know and I'll write you a chapter! You can either send me a PM, a message on tumblr, (my tumblr is on my profile), or let me know in a review. Thanks for reading and don't forget to let me know what you think! :)