A short one-shot for all you Wessa lovers out there. Merry Christmas everyone!
Will wearily approached Tessa's door, already dreading having to see her. He knocked harshly. "Tessa! Dinner is ready. You'd best come before it gets cold." He paused, but there was no response. "Tessa?" he tried again. No answer. His eyebrows furrowed as tried the door. It opened with a click.
"Tess?" he called as he stepped into the room. He knew that this was highly inappropriate, barging into a Tessa's room like this, but he tried not to think about it. Instead, he focused on her room. He took a deep breath, and Tessa's lavender scent overwhelmed him. He looked around for anything unusual, but he didn't see anything. Except for a book lying open on her desk.
He approached it with curiosity. It lay open, as if she had forgotten to close it. As he moved closer and looked down at it, he realized that it was her diary. Part of him was screaming at him not to pry, but he just couldn't help it. Carefully, he picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Some if her entries went all the way back to when she was living with her Aunt Harriet, but he wasn't really interested in that. He flipped to the more recent entries and scanned them. One in particular caught his eye, and he began to read it.
February 1878
Dear Diary,
I am hopelessly lost. I feel as if my heart is hollowing in on itself, and soon will fail to beat. My soul is being torn in two; between two people who I am both in love with. Is there even such a thing? To be in utterly in love with two different people? Isn't there supposed to be only one person who is your true love for all eternity?
At first, I was only in love with Will, but when he made it clear that the feelings weren't mutual, I hoped that over time, my feelings for him would eventually diminish. As I grew closer with Jem, I thought that I could learn to move past any lingering emotions. But then to know that Will does in fact love me, it was too much.
I love Jem; for he is the sweetest man alive. I know that he will always be there for me, even if eventually he is only with me in spirit.
But Will. Words cannot describe how much I love him, how much I care for him. I love him so much it hurts sometimes, but I try to push these thoughts away, because there is no use in dreaming.
Every time I see him though, it's like my heart is being stabbed repeatedly. I want to tell him what I am feeling, but I couldn't break Jem's heart.
I feel so conflicted, as if I am drowning in a pool of despair. No one can save me from this mess, even though I pray for something to happen. Anything, anything at all to get me out of this living nightmare. I am losing hope, and along with it my sanity.
Theresa Grey
Will snapped the diary closed, before his heart could break anymore. He truly thought she had been happy with Jem. But now that he knew that she still loved him as much as he loved her; that they were sharing the same pain every day, and it made it a thousand times worse. He knew something had to be done, he couldn't live like this-
The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped Will out of his thoughts. He looked up to meet a pair of furious grey eyes.
"William Herondale," Tessa started; eerily calm, "Why in God's name are you in my room, with my personal diary in your hand, which you've no doubt read three times over-"
Will stopped her before she could rant on any longer.
"Tess," he simply said, but his voice cracked with the all pain and longing he felt. As if just saying her name had broken her heart, the intensity in her eyes dimmed and she burst into tears.
Sobbing, she threw herself at Will. He twined his arms around her gently, while she silently shook with sobs, her tears dampening Will's shirt.
"I'm so sorry Tess, if I had known..."
"No, it's all my fault Will," Tessa sobbed. "If I hadn't come to the Institute, if you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have to be in this much pain. And here I am, wallowing in self-pity when-"
Will pulled back then, and looked at her incredulously. "And where would you be Tess? Probably dead somewhere in the middle of London, or in the hands of the Magister. Don't ever blame yourself. It's not your fault."
Tessa was silent for a minute, then she spoke, her choked voice barely a whisper. "What are we going to do Will? We can never be together, we couldn't break Jem's heart like that."
Will closed his eyes, and squeezed Tessa gently.
"I don't know Tess, I just don't know."
They stayed like that, wrapped up in each others arms, until the dinner bell rang a second time.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! (again) XD
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