Unrequited In C Sharp
by vexatively
Contrived.
Until yesterday, Emma would have defined a smile as an upward curving of lips. A contrived effort to put the people viewing said expression at ease… nothing more, nothing less.
Until yesterday, she believed this definition wholeheartedly.
Life was predictable and it was just the way things should be. Instead of living, Emma… drifted. But drifting was okay. Drifting meant that you didn't get attached to anything, and certainly not to pets that pooped and got dirt everywhere and died (oh, and people too).
That was because until yesterday, Emma hadn't met Will Schuester
And suddenly, smiles have so much more meaning and laughter wasn't forced and a touch neurotic. She could live again, without worrying about the unraveling threads at the fringe of her life. She loved…
Will leans towards her, and she wants to focus on his intense proximity but goddammit! her mysophobia is acting up again but she doesn't want dust distracting her from the way he's looking at her through his lashes or the chalk-dust flecked on his clothes.
So she swallows the disgust away and just looks at him and little does Will know it's like skydiving, the adrenaline rush is so sudden. All that's stopping Emma from leaning over and pressing her lips to his is how she'd get dust on his pretty face if she did and that insignificant glint from his wedding ring.
… and hoped she would be loved in return.
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox, not me.
Author's Note: Oh, Wemma. xD Still incoherent. Don't stop believing (it).