About two weeks had passed and Will was sitting at the kitchen table, beer in hand going through the monthly bills as he waited for Terri to come home from a dress fitting. He peeled back the seal of the envelope their credit card bill, took it out and unfolded it.

His eyes grew wide at the number that was on it. Five thousand dollars, they owed five thousand dollars. He looked closer at the items that were bought and quickly realized that none of it was for wedding stuff. Yet he swore that he hadn't seen her come home with a bag from pottery barn in while. He hadn't seen anything stuffed in their closet.

Bingo.

He got up from his chair and made his way down the hall to the guest room. After practically prying the door open with both hands, it slid back and a number of bags fell at his feet. Dishware sets, welcome mats, and glass trinkets along with many other countless and both useless things crashed to the floor at his feet.

He let out a long sigh of anger; there was no way in hell that they could afford all of this crap. But now they had to pay for it, seeing as how half of it was now broken into bits and pieces. He couldn't believe that she would do this, after he'd told her that with wedding coming, they really needed to be saving up.

He looked at the mess and began lugging boxes and bags to the living room. He made sure to put them right where she could see them when she walked in.

When he was finished adding the last and final box to the massive pile, the lock clicked in the door. Terri was finally home.

"Care to explain this?" Will asked as she walked in and stood there stunned.

I-umm..it.." she stammered.

You what?!" he snapped in a low breath.

"I…" she started again not knowing what to say. She had never expected him to find any of this, he never had before. "You were never supposed to find any of this." She told him in a rush of breath.

"Unbelievable…" Will said shaking his head in utter disbelief. "You told me, no wait…you promised me that you wouldn't spend anymore, especially with the wedding coming. You know, it almost feels like you don't want this anymore…like you don't even want to marry me."

Terri just stood there, looking at him with tears in his eyes. She couldn't seem to come up with any response to make this go away or make it better. There were things he didn't know, things that he would never understand.

"I guess I have my answer don't I?" he sneered angrily.

He brushed pasted her quickly and headed straight for the door, slamming it shut just as quickly when he left. As he walked down the hallway and out of the building, he didn't feel sad or hurt, he simply felt empty. Absolutely not a single feeling ran through his veins, he was just numb.

He went outside into the night. The fall air gave a long chill down his spine he looked up seeing a tiny star shoot across the sky.

"I wish those damned things actually worked…" he mumbled to himself.

Yet he couldn't seem to help himself. He found himself silently wishing for something, wishing for a change in his life, something new, something different, and something better.

He walked through the small parking lot to his car. Getting in he turned on the heat in an attempt to get rid of the chill that still lingered in his body and then cranked the stereo to an almost ear splitting volume in attempt to keep any feelings from clouding his head. He didn't want to do any thinking tonight.

X

Back at the apartment Terri sat on the living room floor with tears spilling in buckets from her eyes. None of this was supposed to happen, none of it. She knew that it was time, time to do something she'd been avoiding for weeks.

She slowly got up and made her way to the bedroom. She then dug out a few empty suitcases from the closet and began packing up everything that she possibly could. Once she was finished with that, she zipped them up and grabbed one last thing from inside one of the dresser drawers.

It was a small rectangular box, a box that she had refused to open for so long, for so many complicated and confusing reasons. But now, it was well past time and she knew it. She made her way down to the bathroom and took what she needed out of the box, and read the directions before using what was inside.

Three minutes later, she held the piece of plastic in her hand, and on it appeared to be a little blue plus sign. She wanted to cry again, but her eyes were dry and burning, she didn't have a single one left to shed.

She took a few big deep breaths to try and collect herself, and then grabbed her phone from her pocket, pressing a few buttons, she waited for the line connect.

"Steve?" she whispered.

Short I know, but the epic wemma stuff is coming.