AN: My first attempt at working with these characters, and honestly, I have no idea where it will end up. They may get back together, they may not, they may go all Romeo-and-Juliet. I seriously have no clue. I'm along for the ride. This will be Emily-centric. Feedback is always welcome.
Sometimes things came crashing down around you.
You might not notice it begin. The cracks in the foundation would be nearly invisible, hair-thin, and you wouldn't even see. Even if you did, it wouldn't bother you; you might just write it off as settling. Maybe you'd spackle over the cracks for cosmetic reasons.
After a while, though, they would widen, spreading web-like over the walls. They'd be thick and dark, like bleeding mascara down a pale, worn face. You still may not notice. Love can be rather blinding, after all. When your face is buried in someone's shoulder it becomes very difficult to see.
In the end, it will always happen. In a deafening roar, the walls will fall, the floor will give beneath you, the ceiling will crumble and bury you beneath it.
When you are entombed, the cracks in the foundation will appear to stare. They'll be clear as day, even in darkness, and they will be taunting you. Asking why you didn't see the obvious signs, telling you how foolish you were to ignore it. They will interrogate you and wear at you, the marks of your failure.
Only one question matters, really.
Will you be able to dig yourself out?