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Will's POV
A fierce breeze swept through the apartment as will stormed through the door. His keys slat onto the kitchen counter and a beer snatched from the refridgerater, he stomped into the living room and threw himself onto the couch in a sulk. Taking a large swig from his bottle he dropped his head in his hands and let out a loud sigh. This was the worst day of his life; except the baby drama with his ex-wife, but that's a whole other story. After his brief attempt at a relationship with Emma had ended he didn't think his heart could possibly take any more pain. That was up until today when he paid her a visit at her office to show her how proud he was that Glee club had won sectionals. She had already know, of course, but what she had told him next had completely thrown him off balance. A lump gatherd in his throat. She explained to him that whilst he was celebrating the win, she had gone to Vegas and married Carl, her boyfriend. Carl, the good looking, arrogant dentist, who Emma had only been dating for a few months. Will hadn't realised it was so serious and despite Wills efforts to hate Carl, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he seriously disliked the man, and he wanted to hate him but how could he? Carl had helped Emma get over so many of her phobias and other problems. He knew Emma was with Carl but even that didn't stop the longing for her. When ever he was near her he was overwhelmed with the uncontrollable feeling love. Every phobia she overcome filled him with pride. He tried so hard to suppress these feelings for so long. He couldn't help but to feel rejected when her phone beeped whether it was Carl or not; he very rarely knew. He had to constantly control the urge to touch her, hold her when she seemed upset or burdened, comfort her when things didn't seem to be going right but he knew it wasn't his place, especially now she was married. He aimlessly switched on the radio and grabbed another chilled bottle from the fridge. He instantly acknowledged the familiar lyrics. . .
"She leads me through moonlight
only to burn me with the sun
she's taken my heart
but she doesn't know what she's done"
Guzzling down his beer he grabbed his keys and switched off the radio.
Arriving at an out of town bar, will ordered a large whisky and another beer. He knew he would regret it in the morning but he couldn't think of any other way to preoccupy his mind. He glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings as he didn't usually come here. He had chosen this place as he was less likely to see anyone he knew and did not have to engage in any unwanted discussions. He wanted to forget about everything until tomorrow when he would see her again and be reminded of the pain. Necking down the rest of his beer he sat nursing his whisky. He hadn't seen the familiar man at the other side of the bar.
He could hear singing. He instantly regretted coming here when he realised it was karaoke night. A cheer elapsed and a manly voice merged with the melody. He recognised the voice but he couldn't think where from or who it might be. He turned around slowly so as not to draw any attention to himself, he saw the person who possessed the voice. Will was stunned. Standing up on stage holding the karaoke microphone was Carl, singing with an attractive blonde woman who will also recognised. Thinking for a few moments he remembered the woman, it was Rebecca, Carl's receptionist at his dental practice. They were singing together and Will's mind instantly thought of Emma. He drew his attention back to the amateurs and realised what song they were singing.
"Take my hand - Take my whole life too,
For I can't help falling in love with you."
The way they were looking at each other was both disturbing and upsetting to Will and without thinking he took out his phone. He captured a few photos that he thought clearly displayed the chemistry between pair. The song was ending and he took another few snaps. The final picture he took was astounding and confirmed his suspicions. Carl and Rebecca had kissed, not a friendly kiss, a deep passionate kiss, a kiss he had given Emma many times in his dreams. He knocked back his whisky in one sharp mouthful and swiftly and discreetly departed the bar.
He felt suddenly sober as he jumped in the next taxi and headed home. His mind kept replaying what he had seen. He felt hatred building up inside him and knew instantly it was directed at Carl. How dare he do this to my Emma Will thought to himself? He paid the taxi driver and climbed the stairs to his apartment with urgency. He needed to think. He left his phone on the side and went for a shower. An hour later he was lying in bed, flicking through the photos repeatedly, trying to decide what to do. After what seemed like hours, he drifted into restless sleep.