Hey guys, this is the sequel to I Fall To Pieces" Enjoy!
For Emma the drive home to her condo was long, and her mind was confused with overwhelming thoughts after spotting Will in the parking lot. Seeing the reflection of his pleading eyes in that widow simply broke her heart in two. She was with Carl yes, and she liked him, but not enough to ever love him. Yet, the only reason that she was with Carl in the first place, was simply because she was afraid of getting her heart broken again, by the the man that she had given it to such a long time ago.
Emma groaned, as she inserted a Cd into the car's stereo. Hoping that if Pasty could help ease her pain, maybe, just maybe, she could help her find the answers to love too.
Heartaches, heartaches,
My loving you meant only heartaches.
Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me,
I can't believe it's just a burning memory.
That day was forever burned into her memory, it was the day that she had kissed Will for the last time. He had just told her that he loved her, and that dentist or not he would continue to fight for her and win her heart again. She remembers his lips being crushed against hers, and just as she was giving into him, he pulled away. Damn Rachel for interrupting her moment with him, if only it had lasted just a few seconds longer. If only she had gone after him. What would she have said? What would she have done? Would she have run back into his arms? Slapped him across the face? None of that mattered anymore, not at all. All that mattered was the fact that her heart still ached for him, and it always would.
Heartaches, heartaches,
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
I should be happy with some one new,
But my heart aches for you.
Yes, Emma knew that she should be happy with Carl, because she was sure that Will would only break her heart into a million shattering pieces again, or maybe she wasn't so sure. Maybe it just seemed easier to get herself to think that way about him. Simply because she was afraid of taking a chance, and going after what she really wanted, or who she really wanted for that matter.
Heartaches, heartaches,
My loving you meant only heartaches.
Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me,
I can't believe it's just a burning memory.
When it came to her relationship Carl, it was often very awkward. She was not comfortable with him touching her at all. He always told her that he understood and that it was perfectly fine. But, she could see the hurt on his face every time she flinched her hand away from his. It had been four months that they had been together, and she still wouldn't hold his hand. There was a time where she had at least tried to for about five seconds, and it didn't feel right. It felt weird, there was no spark there, but with Will there was a spark between them, there always was.
Heartaches, heartaches,
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
I should be happy with some one new,
But my heart aches for you.
Why, why did everything always come back down to Will? After he destroyed her heart the way he did... Why? … Just Why? The answer was becoming clearer Emma now. Patsy was right, no mater how much her heart ached, and no matter how hard she tried to move on, she was still very much in love with Will. Nothing was ever going to change that, not ever.
Heartaches, heartaches,
What does it matter how my heart breaks?
I should be happy with some one new.
But my heart aches, and my heart breaks,
And my heart aches for you.
As Patsy finished her song, Emma knew exactly what she would have to do. So, she abruptly turned her car around, stepped on the gas petal, and flew off in other direction.
She needed Will, and only Will.