A/N: This is a short one because of reasons, but please let me know what you think! If people are still interested, I'll keep writing. Thanks for reading :)


Chapter 6

He watched her through the night, not caring if he had gotten rest or not. It seemed like she had been asleep, but he heard her voice in the dead of night.

"Will?" Emma's query broke the three am silence but her voice was still breathy. "Will you take me to the Eiffel tower sometime?"

"Sure." He kissed her head and she nuzzled against his chest as they slowly drifted to sleep.

Someday finally came to the tune of the last day of their trip. It was the last day of everything.

Will admired the view, "It wasn't supposed to be this nice today." He thought Emma would respond much with a much more thoughtful description of the weather, but he surprised her instead as always.

"I've waited my whole trip to go here." Emma stated as she looked down on the town of Paris – people bustling to get where ever they're going, tourists getting snapshots of them next to the tower. It was all so surreal. It almost felt like a dream, but Emma didn't have to do that anymore because the guy she was so lucky to have found was right next to her.

"Why did you wait so long?" Will looked across at Emma, the wind blew around the hair that stuck out from underneath her beret and the look in her eyes was one he would not soon forget. It was memorizing.

"I wanted it to be special." She turned to look down on the city below again, as if her words didn't mean anything. Will picked up on the hidden meaning though. She was waiting for him - for a relationship to take her to the Eiffel tower. She loved him. Instead of welcoming the feeling, Will felt terrible.

The sky became colored with warm shades of pink, orange and purple as Emma and Will slowly walked away from the monument, quietly. "Thank you for taking me today." Her hand tightened in his, making him feel worse than he already did. "Thank you for everything."

"It was no problem, Emma." He barely looked at her all day, and he sounded very sad. Very un-like the person he led her to believe he was. She never did know as much about him as she would have liked.

"What's wrong?" They moved to sit on a bench in the outskirts of the town square; Emma loosened her grip on his hand almost cautiously.

"I'm just… sad I guess."

"Me too. But no regrets. Right?"

Will quickly changed the subject, for his own selfish reasons. "Did I really make you happy?"

"Couldn't you tell?" She laughed softly before nudging his shoulder in the most playful way. Emma thought she saw him crack a smile, though it went away too quickly to say. They fell into an uneasy silence and she wondered why he was the one being so... emotional. Was he that sad? Maybe he felt the same way she did after everything was said and done. She'd have to tell him sooner than later.

"I love you."

The words flew from her lips before she could catch them and a blushed followed. There, she finally said it. Will slid his hands down his face before taking a deep breath. This shouldn't have happened.

"I can't." He was lying. He could love her, if the walls he built were let down.

"What?" Her question was low and breathy, but her voice changed dramatically as she started her convictions. "You seemed to be pretty ready to love me when we had sex, Will." She took a deep breath remembering his loving gazes, and then shook her, continuing. "I should've known. You didn't change. Nobody ever does. That's all this was for you. Sex. That's all you came here for wasn't it?"

"You have no right to know what I came here for, Emma." His voice raised and he backed away from Emma, moving to the end of the bench. She didn't need to know that. "What did you come here for? To find your soul mate? To find true love like in all those movies women watch?" Lowering his voice, he let his anger settle down before speaking at a normal level. "I'm sorry if I led you on to think that, Emma. I'm not your soul mate and I'm not your true love."

She was stunned. Could he really be that cruel? Apparently so.

"You act differently from the first time we met. You have feelings for me, I know it. You're too scared to let your walls down and let someone love you and love them back." She was completely right. He felt optimistic and genuinely happy for the first time in the longest he could remember. Now he had something to lose. Something so prefect it made his heart skip a beat at the thought of what it could become and it scared him.

"I need you to forget about me. When you get on that plane, you've never heard of the name Will Schuester." Will said quickly, refusing to look at her.

"I don't want to forget." She stood up, her voice rising in volume. "And you don't get to tell me what to do!"

Her hands flew in the air vividly, and for a moment Emma forgot they weren't alone. She didn't want to scream or yell, but she had all these feelings about the man who she thought accepted them – the things most wouldn't even get the chance to receive.

He stood up. "I'm only saying this because I care about you."

"No, you don't. If you did you wouldn't be breaking my heart right now. You would be trying. You would tell me your feelings. You would say you love me, because I know you do, Will! You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble if you didn't have deeper feelings for me."

In her mind he was being cold and probably lying to her face to get his way like he had done from the beginning.

God, she was so right. Will's jaw tightened in frustration. She believed everything else he had said, but it was too late for him to be gentle. He took this beautiful gift and shattered it into a million pieces of hurt and betrayal.

"I do care about you, Em." His expression softened. "And I think you're really amazing and wonderful and you'll meet someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved. There. Those are my feelings."

I love you. He couldn't get those three words out of his head. Emma was so much braver than him. He couldn't let his emotional walls down, even to risk being hurt, for the first woman he had a connection deeper than sex since his fiancée.

Silence.

"Are you done?"

Will took a deep breath. "I guess, yes."

"Okay." She said, barely above a whisper, biting her lip.

Will didn't know what else to say. Emma looked like she was about to cry and he didn't want to see that. Quietly, he watched as she gathered her belongings before walking towards her on whim. Emma looked at him with glossy eyes and he kissed her one last time, soft and tenderly.

It might have been his way of apologizing, or maybe it was one last act of affection for old times sake, but she returned it halfheartedly, letting a few tears fall between them. His lips trembled as he pulled away, realizing that was the end of what they had created together and neither of them could ever look back in it and smile.

"Do you want me to take you back to your hotel?"

Will wasn't sure why he asked, and he wasn't surprised when she began to walk away alone. He watched her until she was no longer in the horizon and sat on the bench, with nothing but self loathing and defeat – he had absolutely nothing left.