Hey guys! Sorry for the really late update. School just started and I have been loaded with homework! Thanks for hanging in with me.

Three hours later, Emma found herself lying on her bed, with her work clothes still on. She tried to remember what happened but she couldn't. She got up and walked out to the hallway. She kept walking and walking until she reached the kitchen. She saw a man standing there that looked a lot like a Will. She greeted him a wave and continued forward. A few seconds later, reality hit her. She halted to a stop and looked behind her. Sure enough, it was not the imagination going in her head, but the real Will himself. Sometimes, whenever she saw Will, she continued on by, knowing it was just a figment of her imagination. She saw him everyday next to her when she was at Ken's. It gave her a sense of comfort. But after a while, she realized that he wasn't really there. So whenever he popped up, she decided to ignore it, knowing that it will only hurt even more. But now, Will was actually here. She didn't remember him even entering the house in the first place.

"Wi-wi-ll! Uhh.. What are you doing here?"

"Emma. I came here just before you passed out."

"Oh! Okay."

"Oh, okay? Emma, you just passed out. Shouldn't you be worried or something?"

"Will, passing out has become a daily thing for me. That's one of the symptoms of being drunk! Shouldn't you be going home by now? It's getting late."

"Look Emma. I told you that I will not leave your side until everything is figured out. I am going to be here for you whether you like it or not! You are going to let me help you and you can't stop me from doing so."

Emma saw no way to back out of this and had to cave in. "Whatever. I'm just really hungry right now so if you don't mind, I'm going to get a bite to eat." Emma walked around Will and grabbed a bite to eat. Will looked at her and let out a huge sigh. He knew that this was not going to be an easy process but he was willing to try. What the heck. He would be willing to do anything for her. He knew that in order for her to be better, she had to know how bad her condition was and get her help as soon as possible. It all sounded so easy when he first saw this but thinking about it now, it was most certainly not. Emma was always on alert and would never agree on seeing a therapist or a doctor. Will didn't realize that he had been staring into space until he heard Emma clear her throat. Will looked down on her.

"I'm going back to sleep. You can sleep on the couch. Make sure to lock the door and make sure all the windows are closed please."
"Uh, yeah! Sure."

Emma walked away and Will found himself to be alone again. He heard her lights turn off and walked to the door to fulfill her wishes. Just as he was making sure her kitchen window was securely tightened, he heard an agonizing scream come out of Emma's window. He raced down to her side and saw Emma sitting up as sweat droplets roamed her face. "Emma! Emma!" Will sat down next to her and put his hand on top of her shoulder.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Emma yelled as she jumped up and walked out the room. Will stayed there motionless. Her words stung him but he realized that it wasn't her fault. She was in pain and he was worthless to her until he took action. He decided to follow her and as he entered the living room, he saw her crouched down into a tiny little ball, her arms protectively covering her whole body. She just kept repeating the same words over and over again. "He's not here! He's not here.. He's not here..." Will swore that his heart just broke for the one hundredth time again on the exact same day. Will crept closer to her but managed to keep his distance from her, not wanting her to be worked up again.

"Emma... Emma, look at me. Please!"

Emma heard so much pain in his voice that she couldn't do anything but look up. As she did that, he so much love in his eyes and sorrow that it caused her to break down again.

Will wanted so much to hold her in his arms and whisper to her ears that everything is going to be alright. Instead, he tried to calm her down through his words. "Emma. He's not here. He will never touch you again. Emma it's okay. I'm here and I will protect you. You will always be safe with me. I will make sure that nothing can be done to you. I swear to you."

"Will... I'm so scared. I can never sleep! That's why I drink. It just relieves me of all my worries and thoughts. I can never think properly when I'm plastered like that."

"Emma. I know that you don't want to do this but I really think that you should get help. It will make everything better an-..."

"Better! So you think seeing some stupid therapist and talking about all your problems will make it better. Are you serious? You think that wanting to relive all those things is at the top of my list right now?" Emma got up and stared down at Will. "I'm sorry and I know what you're trying to do but the answer is no. I'm not going to see a therapist or a doctor. If you don't mind, this night has been a complete chaos and has drained me out. Wish me luck on getting some sleep." Emma walked away again and headed for her room.

Will leaned his head back. It went better than he thought. But he needed it to work. He didn't know what else to do. He decided, after careful consideration, that he is going to let her do what she wanted but with him observing all her moves. He wasn't going to let her out of his eyes again.

The next few days were a complete disaster. They both haven't had a complete conversation and Emma would not speak at all except to ask permission to do something. Will tried to keep his head full by diving into glee work, but it was not helping. All he could think of was Emma. Emma this and Emma that. He couldn't think at all and was always distracted.

Emma knew what she was doing to Will was not fair. But she wasn't ready yet. She knew that she would have to see a therapist in order to get better but she wasn't strong enough to talk about what happened. She knows that she wouldn't be able to and would just be a complete waste of time to do so. She was hurting in the inside. A part of her wanted to tell him all the things she wanted to say but the other side won't let her. Every night was really hard for her. Whenever she would freak out and blame him for everything, she would see the despair and sadness in his eyes. It pained her to know that she was causing all of that. It was rare for Will to not have the spark in his eyes but now, it was rare to even see it. And Emma knew it was all her fault. She would always observe him during work and see that he was always distracted.

Two weeks after the whole fiasco, Emma arrived at the teacher's lounge to see Will sitting down with the new English teacher, Holly. Emma noticed something different though. The spark, that was long gone from his eyes, was back and he was finally smiling for the first time in ages. Emma's heard broke from just seeing that. He looked so happy but that happiness was caused by someone. Every time she visited his room, she would always find them talking and laughing together. And every time he got home, the spark in his eyes was also there until she put it out by her complaining and nightmares that she receives. Emma knew that she couldn't let him go through this. She loved him too much to cause him any more sorrow and decided to do the hardest thing that she will ever do in her life, let him go. The next day when Will left for work, Emma pretended to be sick. Though Will wanted to stay to make sure that she was going to be alright, she insisted that he go, especially since Sectionals was coming closer. He finally agreed and as he began to head out the door, she couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

"Will?"

Will ran back to the room. "Yeah?"

"Umm.. Thank you for all the things that you have done for me." Emma tried her best not to cry, knowing that this was goodbye. "You're a really great man."

Will smiled brightly. "Thanks, Em!" He looked at the clock. "I have to go. See you later."

"Bye, Will." Emma heard the door slam. He never did say goodbye to her but she was able to. She walked to her closet and began pulling out all her clothes. An hour later, she was all packed. Just as she was about to leave, she decided that it would be unfair for her to leave without a proper goodbye. She began writing him a letter, as her tear droplets marked the paper. Once she was done, she looked around. She was going to miss this place. She was especially going to miss the one man that will truly hold her heart forever. After a few minutes, Emma went to her car and drove away.