I don't own The Good Wife. If I did, Will would still be alive. I am left reeling after 5x15.
He had loved her. Ever since Georgetown. She knew that. she had hoped he could move on, after she had left. She had a feeling he tried. But, if what he felt for her was anything like what she felt for him, he couldn't. Sure, they could block each other out for a while, but not forever. Never forever. Somehow, they always came back to each other. It was like there was string pulling them together. They couldn't escape it. But, it had a funny way of pulling them together at all the wrong moments. Bad timing and missed chances. That was their story. They were always destined to be a tragedy. One that could put Shakespeare to shame. They never would have worked. How many times had they tried? It just wasn't meant to be. At least, that's what she would tell herself. But there was still that little voice in her head that would always whisper to try. Try a little harder. You can do this. And she started to believe it.
She had decided that if he wanted to, she was going give it one more chance, and she would fight for it with all she had. She loved him, completely. Bad timing wasn't going to stop them this time. She wasn't going to let him go. Not again.
Life has funny way of turning her world upside down. As soon as she decided that they could try to work it out, he was gone. And it destroyed her. Her world was left in pieces by a single bullet. She would take all of their bad timing moments, all their fights, and missed chances and go through it all over again if that meant he would still be here. But it doesn't work like that. He was gone. She never told him she loved him. She will regret that for the rest of her life, along with a million other things left unsaid. Life goes on. She knows this. Even though her entire world was shattered, she had to keep on living. Diane merged her firm with her and Cary's. They are a force to be reckoned with. In Chicago, new York and LA. They have been called "The Best Law Firm in America." He would have been so proud. But no matter how hard she works and how many billable hours she puts in, it doesn't stop the ache. She misses him. To try and make herself feel better, she starts to convince herself they never would have worked. It helps during the day. But at night, when she is alone, nothing stops the pain, nothing stops her from waking up in cold sweats, crying out for him. She dreams about him. About all the bad timing. And how she could have done so many things different with him, and maybe it would have made a difference. Hindsight is 20/20.
Nothing can bring him back. He gone. She will always miss him. Bad timing will always haunt her. And a part of her will always hurt. Because, after all, they were always meant to be a tragedy.