Sorry it's taken so long to post another chapter! Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter, your reviews never fail to make me smile! :D And thanks as well to those of you who are reading my new fanfic Hello stranger; it'd be great if you'd check it out if you haven't already! The next chapter should be posted very soon! This is a prompt from wemmaddicted: "could you write a chapter about the shooting scene in Shooting Star?" Thanks for the prompt I hope you enjoy the chapter! :)

Em,

by the time you get this you'll have heard. Will you drop the phone...? Suddenly numb and emotionless; suddenly oblivious to the harsh sound it makes when it crashes to the floor. Will you remember when I told you to get it insured, and wish that you'd listened? Because you'd do anything to hear my voice the moment it becomes silent, forever.

Know that you can still hear me though, whenever you want. Hear my voice in the songs we used to dance to, around the kitchen on lazy Sunday mornings; and in the smell of the fresh cut grass we spent the afternoon sprawled across... or I did, with you beside me on a checkered blanket.

If these are the last words I ever write I'm sorry. I'm sorry it's a rushed text and not a beautifully written love letter; maybe at least it's just as tragic.

I wish I'd written a thousand letters; I wish I'd written one for everyday I'm not there. If I could, I'd make up for all my mistakes in the form of roses and wine and all the beautiful things you deserve.

But right now I can't I can only give you this for the rest of forever, and that scares me. The only time I've been this afraid was when you had a panic attack that time in the hallway right outside where I'm sitting; your wide eyes were lifeless and so far away when you clutched my jumper in your tiny hands and I felt so totally lost. I can't imagine how you felt... did you feel alone in my arms? I'm so sorry if you ever felt alone...

You're so brave, you feel scared all the time yet and you just carry on like everything's okay. It's barley been five minutes and I'm already wondering how much longer I can pretend I'm fine when I'm so far from fine I'm a stranger to Okay.

I'm thinking of you right now, and now, and now... Of our future together, of a future I may never live. Of coming home tonight to the meal you pretended not to be cooking this morning when I found the open cook book on the counter. You're such a bad liar; I love that.

If this is the end think of it as a beginning instead. Be as happy as you should be, see yourself through my eyes and love yourself the way I do, if I can't.

Love Emma, never stop loving because I never want you to be alone, and you can do so much better than me.

Don't think of me too much. Don't think of me sadly because if it weren't for you I'd have lived half the life I did.

Smile when you think of PB&J sandwiches, at the sound tin foil makes when it crinkles and the pale dusting of chalk dust and cookies... Forget to picture the adorable curly-haired-ginger babies with your eyes and my smile when we found love comes on the radio, forget our future, but remember our past.

Your heart can't beat for two if it's broken, but let is beat fast; let it skip a beat ever so often. Know a heart that's barely beating is worse than one that's not beating at all.
But don't let it break... because yours is the most beautiful I've ever known; fragile and caged and so very precious, and surely the largest of hearts.

At night, when you're happily married to a stranger you'll love more than you ever loved me, don't think of us then; don't flinch at the first smile in what seems like forever, know you've never been so beautiful as you are in moments like this one.

Know that every time you do the stars shine a little brighter; I smile with you every time.

I hope he loves you as much as I do; if his heart doesn't swell with adoration when your nose crinkles the adorable way it does when you concentrate enough, then he doesn't deserve you; if when he holds you it doesn't feel quite... right, if he doesn't hold you like you're precious, but strong at the same time; as he's holding the entire world in his arms, then he doesn't deserve you, and he's not strong enough to hold something so precious as everything, anyway.

Don't keep all my things. Because God knows you'll want to. Keep my vest though, the grey one; the one I wore the first time I met you; the one that still makes you giggle like a girl with a crush...

Think of me when you look to the sky each night and smile at the knowledge that every time you do, a heart that stopped beating long ago races just for you, and as a beat is skipped I know our love can never die.

If your tears glitter under the pale hue of the silver moonlight, remember I'll always be there, no matter what.

One day we'll be together again. Remember that, and every time you miss me, read this text, and know I'm thinking of you, always.

I love you Emma, always have, always will, until forever I'll see you tonight, and every night after that, just as we promised. Under the stars; I'll be the one you that shines through the clouds.

My love always,
Will

The gleaming white china lay scattered where'd I'd left it, in piles organised by colour, size and age; but still so misplaced in their careful positions.

The whole room smelt of bleach, the odor so strong it was deafening. But I was numb.

My eyes bled with tears I couldn't find the strength to shred; the chemicals so overpowering they fell selfishly. My head ached and my mind was dizzy, the distraction was cherished, but not enough.

The hands that scrubbed so tirelessly at a stain I hadn't noticed before were red and raw; unrecognisable as mine when so many layers of skin had been shed and burned.

But I didn't care.

He was gone. Gone. Just like that. A lifetime destroyed in a moment. And now all that's left now is lost and broken.

Keys were rattling by the door, the distant sound of creaking floorboards barely audible in my chemically induced haze.

I turned slowly, and the room span with me, but faster than I had anticipated and I swayed on my feet, eyes wide and confused, feet walking without permission, despite the barley conscious voice who begged me to think. But it hurt too much to listen.

My phone lay on the counter barring his text; his last words, next to the still open cook book and the ingredients I'd only begun to prepare.

"Emma..."

It was him, I was sure; I'd recognise his voice anywhere.

It was better now. Tears ran freely, my cheeks more red than white, my legs shaking so much it was a wonder I was still standing, though barely.

Will.

I froze when I saw him, afraid my careless movement would shatter the beauty of my imagination; I needed to see him one last time; to watch as his eyes shone with adoration and tears... They glittered to the point of reflection.

"Emma... Come here..." I wandered aimlessly at the sound of his sweet whisper, floating clumsily without permission.

His arms were outstretched, welcoming, but I wondered what happens when you touch a ghost.

I hesitated for a moment, taking in his unshaved jaw, his tired, aged eyes, and the sadness that shone in them so meekly.

This wasn't the Will I'd expected. Not a ghost or a perfected image of hope; this was real. He was real.

Uncertainly my hand reached up to graze the soft material of his woolen vest, a shaky breath escaping in a gasp for the life I'd almost lost.

It wasn't a second before my tear stained cheeks were buried in the warmth of his chest. A lifeless, "Will..." falling from my lips in a choked breath, out of time like the tears that scarred my cheeks.

Surrounded by the musky smell of him, and the softness, and the heat, and everything that was him... Finally... the numbness faded... faster than it had initially possessed; gentle this time, soft and weak and colourless.

His arms were all that held me together when I fell apart in his arms, finally in reckless abandon, finally with everything I'd almost lost left, the tender, raw skin of my blistered hands clutching desperately at his clothes when he whispered that he was sorry, for what I don't know.

"Marry me..." it wasn't a question; it was gasped and shuddered through broken sobs, I nodded certainly, not knowing when, or where, but finally not caring, knowing I couldn't live without him, or him without me, and there was nothing left to be scared of; nothing else mattered but this; here, forever.

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