So here's a story I wrote about Will and Emma. Please keep in mind that I am not a native speaker, and that there might be some mistakes concerning grammar in this story. Some things might not completely correspond the series, seeing as I haven't watched the episodes often enough to really recall what exactly has been said.
Also, I do not own Will and Emma, or anything else from Glee.
I can't help but wondering how you're doing. You looked so heartbroken when I said that we had to put our relationship on hold, that you needed to find yourself, that I was seriously wondering if what I did was the right thing to do. I can't blame you if you want to avoid me, but really, all I want is to have you back.
I can't help but feel guilty about things I've said. Even though you might've deserved it, even though it wasn't wrong to stand up for myself for once in my life, I still feel guilty. It makes no sense, really, considering the things you've done, but when does it ever? I want to have you back, but all I can do now is avoid you like the plaque. I don't want to see you, I can't have you smile at me while all it'll do is making me feel guilty even more.
I'm not sure whether I can deal with that.
But what makes it more confusing, is that even though I am avoiding you, even though I want and need to avoid you, I also need to hear your voice. Need to see you smile, need to see that all so familiar sparkle back into your eyes, knowing that I am still able to put it back in them, even though we are no longer together, even though the air tensed between us once more, even though we have to hold ourselves back yet again, not being able to kiss each other whenever we want to, because we aren't allowed.
Months later I still feel stuck in the same place as where I was. Though some things are different, such as me dating my dentist, and you are all on your own, fighting for me, telling me that you love me, I can't help but feeling guilty. Because I cannot return the feelings, how much as I want to, as much as I longed to feel the feel of your lips against mine for longer than that short moment. Because I feel horrible, because of the fact that I know for a fact that Carl is not the man I want to be with and leave you heartbroken, seeing as I can't find myself to break up with Carl. He is too good for me. I need to see you smile, happy and I cannot help but wonder how you truly feel, behind the mask.
A year has passed since you've told me you loved me and I can't help but wonder if that's still the case. We both went through a lot, we both are single yet again, and now you're leaving for New York. You remembered that the vest I am wearing right now, was the one you wore when we first met. I told you to follow your dreams, to try and go to New York, to perform like you've always wanted, and now that I am walking away from you, my eyes tearing up, I cannot help but wonder if it kills you as much as it kills me that you're leaving.
Weeks later yet again. Things have changed between us yet again, but this time it was for the better. And now, as I am waking up to your voice, telling me that we have to get up, I cannot help but wonder if this is a dream.