A/N: I came up with the idea for the story from listening to the spring awakening soundtrack.

Emma Nelson wiped her dry eyes. Was it heartless that she couldn't come up with one tear for the fact that her ex-boyfriend just died. Was she that much of a heartless bitch? I guess I am…she thought while sipping some iced tea. Ever since she heard the news, all she could do was laugh, laugh her freaking heart out- and she was great at this. Some people thought that she was in denial, others thought that she was a bitch- a topic which we already covered- and some just thought she was just plain insane. Even Mrs. Suave recommended her to a local therapist.

But Emma wasn't in denial.

She wasn't one of those hysteric ex- girlfriends; she didn't need to be told twice. Sean was dead and she knew it. Maybe that was the reason why whenever she heard his name, she let out an obnoxious chuckle. It wasn't their good memories that made her laugh, it was the fucked up ones. His face when he dumped her for the first time, the way he just left and went off to Wasaga beach. These memories didn't make her sad, nor did they make her angry. So the only reasonable thing to do was to laugh.

She couldn't take the time out to remember his laugh, or even his face. Because, truthfully, Emma didn't have time. She didn't have time for the memories. She didn't time to be sad. All she could do was make it through the day. She couldn't let spike see her down, couldn't make snake feel bad for her. She had to hide her problems away in their own personal Pandora's Box, and let them forget themselves. She sniffled, and let it sound like she was crying. She looked up at the clock.

It was 12:00. Sean's funeral was only fifteen minutes away.

She had declined to be a speaker at the funeral, because it was too damn hard. But then again, she wouldn't admit that to anyone else. She couldn't stand up there, facing everyone she knew, telling them a bunch of intertwined bullshit about Sean Cameron's life. She just couldn't. And anyways, why would Sean want that?

She made it to the bottom of her glass, and put it in the sink. There was no ice tea to save her now. She straightened out her shirt, and knew that in negative three seconds, spike would be calling her name.

3…2…1…

"Emma. It's time to go!" Her voice sounded so gentle, as it had been for the past couple of days. She had been trying to sympathetic to her daughter, trying to avoid the big huge elephant in the room that followed Emma around- but Emma took no noticed. Emma walked out of the kitchen and out the door into the sunshine. She covered her face, and for a moment felt like laughing.

Because Emma Nelson didn't have time to do sadness.

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A/N: Sorry for the shortness, I just wanted it to be an introduction, or an epilogue. The next chapter will be definitely longer…