[A/N]: Thank you so much for your kind reviews! I hope you appreciate the second chapter as well! I edited this chapter as well, adding a few scenes. Fair warning, this chapter contains some Wemma moments.


The constant rain in Ohio for the past week was a reflection to the gloomy expression on Holly's face. She was lost in trance as her mind kept on replaying the conversation she just had with her mother over the phone. She was never prepared for something like this to happen.

They were so happy, and he was so strong, and he was the only one who had been there for her ever since. She was his everything — and he was hers.


She wanted to sit in her office there for hours, mulling it all over, but her stomach growled. Depressed, pathetic and angry with herself and with the world she might be, but she still needed to eat.

She remembered him telling her to never skip meals or remarking about how much weight she keeps on shedding off; and she started to tear up again. Everything she saw, and everything she remembered, reminded her of him.

So Holly hauled herself up and stood, yanking her blouse back down and letting her hair tumble free from her ponytail. Everyone was in class anyway, so she might as well let it fall wild and free for the moment.

Slowly and tiredly, she walked into the teacher's lounge. She opens the refrigerator and doesn't see the plastic tupperware that contained her salad. She rolls her eyes at the thought of someone taking it during lunch break. She decides to take a cup of coffee to calm her down at least; but when she realizes that the coffee from the machine had ran out, and she was too tired to make one, she slumps to the floor, accidentally knocking over the mug that was on the edge of the counter — and it breaks into a hundred pieces beside her.

"Crap." Holly muttered; but she didn't move away.

"Holly! Are you okay?"

She turns her head to see Will approaching her hurriedly. "Let me take you to the nurse." He says.

"What? Why? I'm fine." She manages to get out. Her eyes drift to the several bright red spots that mingled with the pieces of ceramic then to Will, who was holding her arm as blood dripped down to the floor. She didn't even feel anything cut through her skin.

"I'm just tired. Really really tired. If you could just leave me alone." She slurred then everything became dark.