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Title: Today Has Been Alright
Author: beautiful_robot
Fandom: Glee
Pairing,Character(s): Will/Emma
Rating: PG
Summary: Emma has trouble moving on
Disclaimer: Clearly I own nothing and this is all made up crap.
He says it's spring, the first day of it. As if a change of seasons will help. Pack the emptiness up along with the turtlenecks and sweaters. The April showers will wash it all away. The cheerful playful smile on his face is clearly forced, he's forcing himself to be cheerful for you but it doesn't work. Only makes you flip over, away from him and the open window. You can hear him sigh before he walks away, quietly shutting the door behind him.
You close your eyes and count to ten. The crisp chilly air blowing in hits your cold skin. You pull the covers higher, up over your head. Today isn't the day you think, today isn't the day to get up. It's been seven weeks, he reminded you. He reminds you everyday how long it's been as if you'd forgotten, as if you could ever forget. It's been nine days since you've eaten enough to make him stop nagging. You eat a little something here and there to silence him. Your empty stomach doesn't complain.
You peek a eye out of your cotton cave to see the red lights telling you it's ten till eight. He's late, again. You wish he'd just leave already so you can get up and shower and get back under. You don't want to walk by him. You don't want to see him. Seeing him be able to move on already hurts. "You have to learn to move on Em, there's no other way."
You don't think he should be able to move on. He shouldn't be able to get up and go to work. He shouldn't want to eat. He shouldn't care about the season. He shouldn't care about anything now.
He should be here, with you.
Author: beautiful_robot
Fandom: Glee
Pairing,Character(s): Will/Emma
Rating: PG
Summary: Emma has trouble moving on
Disclaimer: Clearly I own nothing and this is all made up crap.
He says it's spring, the first day of it. As if a change of seasons will help. Pack the emptiness up along with the turtlenecks and sweaters. The April showers will wash it all away. The cheerful playful smile on his face is clearly forced, he's forcing himself to be cheerful for you but it doesn't work. Only makes you flip over, away from him and the open window. You can hear him sigh before he walks away, quietly shutting the door behind him.
You close your eyes and count to ten. The crisp chilly air blowing in hits your cold skin. You pull the covers higher, up over your head. Today isn't the day you think, today isn't the day to get up. It's been seven weeks, he reminded you. He reminds you everyday how long it's been as if you'd forgotten, as if you could ever forget. It's been nine days since you've eaten enough to make him stop nagging. You eat a little something here and there to silence him. Your empty stomach doesn't complain.
You peek a eye out of your cotton cave to see the red lights telling you it's ten till eight. He's late, again. You wish he'd just leave already so you can get up and shower and get back under. You don't want to walk by him. You don't want to see him. Seeing him be able to move on already hurts. "You have to learn to move on Em, there's no other way."
You don't think he should be able to move on. He shouldn't be able to get up and go to work. He shouldn't want to eat. He shouldn't care about the season. He shouldn't care about anything now.
He should be here, with you.