Author's Note: As many of you may have noticed, the beginning of this story was told in Emma's point of view. Well, I decided it was easier to make it a third-person point of view, so I could get everyone's thoughts and feelings into the story. I hope you readers don't mind, but I just thought it was best for the story. On another note, I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been going through almost the same exact thing that Emma was going through with Sean, which is pretty ironic. Read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. And I don't own the lyrics to "A Perfect Sonnet," Bright Eyes does.

Chapter Eight: A Perfect Sonnet

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire, something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters, all would be clear then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments and watch it all dissolve into a single secondTry to write it down into a perfect sonnet, or one foolish line

'Cause that's all that you'll get, so you'll have to accept
You are here, then you're gone
But I believe that lovers should be tied together, thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
Left there to drown, left there to drown in their innocence

But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter, I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after, that's the only way it can be
So I stand in the sun and I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth

Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror, spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
Now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost
But once you knew a girl and you named her lover
Danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
Autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember where she said she was going to
But you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song that you don't want to sing

Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together, thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
Left there to burn, left there to burn in their arrogance
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure, killed myself with changes trying to make things better
Ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover
Left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness

The next morning, Emma busied herself with purchasing her car parts. She walked to a store that sold almost everything imaginable and handed Jay's list to an employee, who promptly found every item and neatly packed them in a basket for her. She purchased the items, about eight or nine in total, and set out on foot to the garage. It was a pretty day out, the beginning of spring, so she didn't mind.

"Ah, so you finally got off your ass and went to the store, eh?" were the first words that greeted Emma when she stepped into P&R. Jay was under her car, with just his legs sticking out, and she fought the urge to laugh. Clinking sounds emanated from under the car, and he slid out to face her, covered in grease. She giggled.

"Yes, I went to the store, Hogart. Didn't think I'd just give up on my car, did you?" She handed him the large paper bag with the parts in it, and he stuck his nose inside of it to make sure she hadn't left anything out.

"Looks fine to me," he announced a few seconds later, nodding in surprise. She sighed in relief, and Jay nodded. Wow, can't believe Greenpeace did something right for once, he thought. That's a first…He popped open the hood of her car and began to pour some green liquid into it.

Emma looked distracted. "Where is everybody? There were like ten people here yesterday, and now it's only you."

Jay glanced up at her from under the hood and stopped pouring the green stuff. "They have off. It's Sunday."

"Then why don't you have off?"

"Because I told you I would start fixing your car, alright? God, what's with all the questions?" He started pouring again and adjusted a part with a wrench. Wiping his brow, he tried to ignore Emma, who was still staring at him.

That's really nice of him. He came into work on a Sunday for me. Can't believe Hogart did something right for once. That's a first, she thought.

"You didn't have to do that, you could've waited another day," she spoke aloud, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I mean, my car doesn't need to be fixed right away."

Jay shrugged. "Whatever. Come back tomorrow to see how it's doing."

Emma left without a goodbye and walked home. This walking thing is getting really annoying, she fumed inside of her head.

When she opened her apartment door, she was shocked to see Manny standing in her living room. Why does everyone keep showing up at my house when I'm not expecting them?

"Em, big news." Manny looked worried, and even a little angry as she stood there wringing her hands. She hadn't bothered to brush her hair, either.

"What? Tell me!" Emma was practically begging her for answers, walking over to her best friend quickly and grabbing her arm.

"Sean left you because Ellie's pregnant."

Emma could feel her knees start to buckle and her vision went a little blurry. Ellie? PREGNANT? With Sean's child? That had been Emma's lifelong dream, what she had strived for. She had wanted to start a family with Sean Cameron, and now Ellie Nash had beat her to it. Feelings of not just anger, but murder, ran through her head. She wanted to kill Sean's wife, to make her feel the pain that Emma was feeling as she collapsed onto the couch. Sobbing, she turned to Manny. "Why? Why does it have to happen to me?" she cried, and Manny held her hand.

"How do you know, anyway?" Emma asked.

"Well," her best friend began, looking uneasy, "Sean called me this morning, and told me to tell you. He said he didn't want to tell you in person, because he didn't want to see how hurt you would be."

Of course I'd be hurt! Sean and I talked about marriage together! We talked about having our own kids! Why would he leave me for someone who has no right to bear his child? Thoughts were swirling around Emma's head like clouds in a tornado.

"I wish I was dead," she proclaimed, closing her eyes and hoping for the eternal rest.

"Don't say that, Em. He's just a boy."

"JUST a boy? Sean Cameron is not JUST a boy. He is the love of my life, the only boy that ever understood me. The only boy who ever cared about me. The only boy who listened to me, and wanted to take care of me, and would willingly take a bullet for me. He almost DID take a bullet for me, in case you forgot, Manny. So don't tell me that Sean is just a boy. He's much more."

Manny sighed, almost defeated. "But there will be other boys, Emma."

"No, there won't be other boys! Don't you realize that we're twenty-eight years old? We're almost thirty, and no boys want to commit to a relationship this late in their lives. You have Mark, and you are SO lucky you found him, because now you won't be miserable and alone for the rest of your life like I will. It's no use, Manny, I feel like an old maid. I'll never have children, will I? I'll never wear a wedding gown. My life is pointless."

Manny just sighed, and, giving up hope on her friend, left the apartment silently.