It's you and me 'til the end of time.
Summary: This starts at the episode where Emma calls Willa slut. It's pretty much an insight of Emma's and Will's lives after it all comes out. This is my first FF so I'm sorry if it's really rubbish. Oh, and I thought that a suitable song for Wemma was Many Of Horror by Biffy Clyro, so the title and the chapters are named after lines from that song.
Chapter 1: Our Broken Fairytale
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Our Broken Fairytale
As she closed the door of her apartment, she shivered. She slid down the door, feeling empty as she pulled her knees up to her she took in a breath, she was intoxicated with the smell of Hugo Boss, the aftershave Will had been wearing, which was still lingering on her clothes from when Will had hugged her that morning. A whimper escaped her mouth before turning into full on crying. She couldn't believe what she had been told that afternoon, or what she had done about it. He was meant to be the only person she ever needed, but that was all over now. She hated herself for telling him that she was still a virgin, she hated herself for running out of his apartment without her shoes. But she couldn't blame herself for everything, especially seeing as she wasn't the one that showed her that she wasn't good enough for him.
It took her half an hour to compose herself again, before she slowly stood up from the floor, taking off her shoes and placing them by the rack. She saw that the light on her phone was flashing red, telling her that there was a message. Obviously, it was from the one person that she really didn't want to talk to.
"Em, please ring me. I have no idea what the whole 'slut' incident was about at lunch time, but I just really want to talk to you. I love you."
She sighed, part of her feeling happy to hear his voice, but the rest was full of hatred. She couldn't care less if she never saw him again. His beautiful face, his curly brown hair, his sparkling brown eyes… She quickly shook her head, as if to erase the picture of him from her mind. She looked at the clock on the wall. 5:30pm. She made her way to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. She hadn't eaten since 7am that morning, not wanting anything at lunch because of the simple thought of Will kissing Shelby made her feel physically sick.
Will tried to ring her 7 times that evening before she finally gave in and answered the phone.
"Bloody hell, Em. I was worried about you! Why haven't you been answering the phone?" She could hear the concern in her voice as she sat there waiting for him to finish.
"Because I don't want to talk to you." She replied. She thought this was a simple enough answer. She didn't see the point in being nice to him, especially after everything he had done to her.
"Well, why?" He continued.
"Will," she sighed "I know. I know everything. I know that you kissed Shelby, I know that you slept with April, and it disgusts me. I thought you were different, but I'm obviously not good enough for you."
"Emma, it is not how it seems, I swear."
"I don't care, Will. I'm sick of it, of not feeling good enough for anyone, of not feeling wanted. I'm sorry if I'm I have a bit of a problem, I'm sorry if I'm not what you're looking for, I'm sorry if I'm not Terri!" She was shouting at this point.
"Emma, I'm sorry if you feel that way, but I promise you, I don't care what about your problem, I'm certainly glad that you're not Terri. I just want you to know you're perfect in my eyes." Emma, felt her cheeks becoming wet as tears left her eyes and fell down her face.
"Will, I-I can't do this. I'm sorry. It's over."
I know it looks short, but you know... Please review.