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.
