A\N: This is the second half of Pieces of broken hearts blowing away with the smoke from a fire that I have left untouched for a few months. I hope you Angels have enjoyed the first part of the story. I have zero idea what the hell this Willicia story is but I'm enjoying writing it as I hope you Angels are enjoying reading it.

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She doesn't have the energy to move from the bench, and even if she does, she probably can't make it more than a few steps until her legs give way and make her crash to the ground.

Ever since Will died, it's like a part of her died along with him. The part of her that cared about life, the part of her smiled and laughed, the part of her who saw the good in everyone, the part of her who loved her husband whilst she was in love with another man but stayed with her husband, the part of her that died with Will when he died was the part of her that had loved a man she loved, a man she wanted, a man she had, a man she had given up, a man she had loved and lost.

She should've divorced Peter the day she saw that divorce attorney after he was arrested.

Maybe if she had, she and Will would've had a chance. Maybe he wouldn't be dead if she had divorced him. Maybe she and Will would have had more than a few months together if she had divorced Peter. Maybe if she had chosen Will at Georgetown when she was asked to choose between the two men in her life, he wouldn't be dead right now with her heart broken into pieces.

There are so many 'maybe's' and 'if's' swirling about in her head that she can't think of anything else, which is a good thing she supposes as it takes her mind off the heartache for a little bit.

It's December so it's freezing in Chicago but she doesn't care, and it's still early in the morning, the sun is warm enough and even if she could feel the cold, she wouldn't care. Why would she when the love of her life is dead? She knows Will would hate that she's letting his death affect her this much but she loved him and she lost before she could tell him that she did.

Diane told her that he loved her and that he had forgiven her but Alicia has a hard time believing those two things. No one would forgive her or love her after that she did to Lockhart/Gardner, to Will, the man who took care of her in college and picked her back up when she needed to be picked up. Will hated her, he definitely didn't love her, especially not in those last few months when they were at war with each other. She was sure Diane was lying to her, trying to make her feel better seeing as he had just been killed and she was a wreck, but in the back of her mind, Alicia knew that Diane never lied to her, not once and she would never lie about Will loving her, not 2 hours his death, not ever.

Over the last nine months, she's been going through the motions of being fine, pretending that she's grieved for him when everyone around her knows differently but have wisely kept their mouths shut, except Peter that is, knowing that she's got as much right as anyone else to grieve for Will, maybe even more so.

She knows everyone is worried about her- the kids, Cary, Diane, Veronica, Owen, Eli, hell even Jackie is worried about her, but she ignores their worries. She's no ones concern anymore. She hasn't been anyone's concern in a long time.

She was his concern a long time ago, five years ago when they met in the elevator. She could read his face like an open book: he was worried about her, like everyone else was but his was sincere, he was acting worried to glean information from her, he'd never do that to her. He was concerned because he could read the devastation, he could read the masks she had built over her true face, he could read the anger that was boiling in her blood, he was concerned, he was concerned that she was going to bottle it all up until it spilled out of her if she didn't use everything she was feeling into the court room. That's how well he knew her. He knew her well enough to fight for her, he fought for her when no else did, he picked her up when everyone else was stepping on her. He healed her when she thought she was too broken to be healed.

The Chicago winter breeze blows around her, nipping at her face. She watches as the breeze swirls leaves and dropped pieces of trash around her feet. Sometimes it feels like she sees the pieces of her heart blowing away before her very eyes, blowing away with the smoke from a fire, watching as the pieces of her heart blow away into nothingness.

"I'll take care of your heart, Leesh." She hears from beside her. She looks beside her and sees Will sitting there in a suit, the suit he was wearing the day he got ripped out of her life permanently, looking alive.

"Will?" She gasps. Will nods his head.

"Hey, Leesh." He says, tears pour down her face. She knows that he's not really here and that she's just imagining him being here.

"Will." She says thickly.

"Hey, baby." He whispers. Baby. He only called that a few times when they were together, to him, and only him, she was always Leesh to him. She liked he called her that, she missed being called by him after she and Cary had gone behind his and Diane's backs with the other fourth years and started Florrick/Agos.

After she learned of his death from Kalinda, a myriad of memories of when he called her Leesh ran through her head , before she ran out of the hall and went to the hospital to see Diane and Kalinda. The two other women hadn't let her see Will, even though she had begged to see him one last time.

"Diane, please. I need to see him." She begs with the blonde woman who shakes her head firmly. Her heart is cracking into a thousand small pieces.

"Alicia, no! Will won't want you seeing him like that, and neither do I. You're not seeing him." The blonde woman tells tears that had started in the car stream down her face.

"Kalinda, if you see Will, can you tell him that I'm sorry and that I'll love him forever?" She asks her former best friend who places a hand on her arm, staring into her eyes.

"I'll tell him, Alicia, but he knows. He knows." Kalinda says thickly, Alicia nods and walks out of the hospital.

"Why am I imagining you here?" She asks his ghost after she comes out of her flashback. Will sighs and covers her hand with his even though she can't feel his touch.

"I don't know but what I do know is that you need to move on. You've been grieving for the past nine months and it's not healthy." He tells her.

Alicia scoffs and rolls her eyes. "If the role were reversed and it was mew that was dead you'd never stop grieving." She argues. Will nods. "That's true but I also wouldn't push everyone away." He says.

"I'm not pushing anyone away." She answers, Will gives her a look. "Yes you are, Leesh. And it's killing me watching you drinking every night."

"You're already dead, Will." She points out, Will nods again, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yes, I am, but that doesn't mean I'm not watching over you. I am, Leesh, you just can't see me." He says.

"I love you, Will and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before you died." She says quietly, Will sighs.

"I love you too, Leesh and I have for the last 20 years. And don't worry, like K said to you. I knew that you loved me." Will reassures her gently. Tears fall down her face.

"You were the one I should've chosen you after Peter cheated on me 18 times. I had multiple opportunities to choose you and I didn't." Alicia says. The truth is she should've chosen Will when the kiss during the LifeState case but she ran before she could choose him, granted she came back but Will had gone.

"You did choose me, every kiss, every case, every look, every time we had sex, you were choosing me weather you knew it. You chose me for seven months and you chose me for four years in Georgetown."

Alicia buries her head in her hand, a laugh escaping her. "I'm arguing with the dead love of my life who is a ghost." She says with a laugh. She hears Will exhale as she lifts her head to look at him. Will lifts a hand to stroke her cheek but she can't feel it.

"I never said it, but I'm so proud of you, Leesh, for starting your own firm. I love you. I'll take care of your heart. Just like you took care of my heart." Will whispers, fading slowly, his 'ashes' floating away with the slight breeze, taking the pieces of her heart with him.

"I'll love you forever." She tells him as tears fall down her face like a waterfall. Will smiles as he continues to float away around her.

"I'm okay with that." He says with one last smile before she watches his face, his beautiful, handsome, gorgeous face disappears from her forever.

Those are the last words William Paul Gardner says to her.

She watches as Will, the love of her life, takes the broken pieces of her heart with him, like he did 20 years ago at Georgetown.

He took the pieces of her heart away like the wind blowing smoke from a fire.

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A\N: I know this story makes no sense seeing as I was drunk when I started writing it. This twoshot is complete. It's the second story of mine to be completed today so I'm very happy about it. I actually forgot about this one for a little while but at least it's completed.

I have a few more Willicia stories that I need to write, complete and edit and I hope to one done by tomorrow, but seeing as tomorrow is my dad's birthday, there's a small chance that it won't be out until Friday.

I hope you enhoy, Angels.