Emma's POV

Now this was a teensy bit peculiar.

Will welcomed me home with a big

hug and a smile brighter than the sun.

This morning we were just discussing

on how to stop him from crying. I

didn't know a change can happen this

fast. But the thing is no change did

happen. He may be smiling like a

ninny, but I could see the pain in his

eyes. That sad little pain that didn't

get over the death. I offered that we

go to bed right away. That was the

only place I can get him to speak the

truth. I did my evening routine and

went straight to the comforting arms

of my husband. I couldn't confront

him right away so I let him doll me out.

Will kissed my cheek and stroked my

hair. His touch felt as heaven

lightening up on me. So soft so

soothing how I could wish it would

last forever. Years ago I dreamed

of Will Schuester being mine. Him

being the Brad Pitt to my Angelina

Jolie. Now he's mine and I couldn't let

him suffer. He doesn't deserve to

suffer. I'm a guidance counselor, but

more importantly I'm his wife. He

needs help and I will help him.

"Listen Will. You don't fool me. You think smiling through the pain will help you but it won't. Talk to me about it. Consult me. Ill protect and ill save you. I'm always here for you."

After that moment came a silence.

He kept on his poker face. Saying no

word. I couldn't read his expressions

and god knows what he was thinking.

"I love you Emma" Will croaked.

Then the unexpected happened. He

got up and left. I could hear his

footsteps going out the door. The

sound of the closing. It was his act

of pain. I quickly got out of bed and

grabbed my coat. For I knew if I left

him alone he would join Finn in the

world of the dead.