Fic: This is Killing Me 2/?
Part 1: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/1378.html
She could have called out his name. She could have run to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and never let go.
But she was Emma Pillsbury. And sometimes, she hated herself for it.
//
Two sleepless days had passed, and by now, Emma realized it was up to her to fix this. He was sorry. She was still in love with him. Shouldn't it be simple?
Emma pulled her cell phone out of her purse and placed it on the desk in front of her. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 3:02pm. Will was undoubtedly still somewhere in the school.
She picked up the phone, her hands shaking. She needed some more time.
~
3:47. Had it really been that long?
She dialed the first three numbers before her hands began shaking this time. She placed the phone back on her desk.
Tears stung her eyes, threatening to burst at any second. Why was this so easy for some people?
Right. Because most people are actually desired. Most people actually have some experience. Most people don't have to clean their grapes off with antibacterial wipes before eating them.
Most people are normal.
The first tear dared to break through, and the rest followed the leader.
~
4:19. Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
She gasped at the sound of his voice.
"Emma? Thank you so much for calling! Sw -" He started to say something else, but stopped abruptly. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come. Still tender from her breakdown, she let out a few soft sobs into the phone.
"Oh, Em, don't cry!" He said desperately. "What is it?"
"Will," she choked out, "Where are you?"
"I'm on my way home, I just left the school." He said.
"Will," she said again. "I -"
She was interrupted by a thunderous crash on the other line. Her heart stopped.
"Will?"
"WILL?" She cried, beginning to hyperventilate.
"Will, please, please answer me!"
~
Normally, when Emma Pillsbury was upset, she tended to shut down. But this time, she just had to know. Everything over the next 7 minutes was a blur, and not just because her tears threatened her vision. There was running. A puddle. Her car. The route to Will's house.
And flashing lights.
She could have called out his name. She could have run to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and never let go.
But she was Emma Pillsbury. And sometimes, she hated herself for it.
//
Two sleepless days had passed, and by now, Emma realized it was up to her to fix this. He was sorry. She was still in love with him. Shouldn't it be simple?
Emma pulled her cell phone out of her purse and placed it on the desk in front of her. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 3:02pm. Will was undoubtedly still somewhere in the school.
She picked up the phone, her hands shaking. She needed some more time.
~
3:47. Had it really been that long?
She dialed the first three numbers before her hands began shaking this time. She placed the phone back on her desk.
Tears stung her eyes, threatening to burst at any second. Why was this so easy for some people?
Right. Because most people are actually desired. Most people actually have some experience. Most people don't have to clean their grapes off with antibacterial wipes before eating them.
Most people are normal.
The first tear dared to break through, and the rest followed the leader.
~
4:19. Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
She gasped at the sound of his voice.
"Emma? Thank you so much for calling! Sw -" He started to say something else, but stopped abruptly. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come. Still tender from her breakdown, she let out a few soft sobs into the phone.
"Oh, Em, don't cry!" He said desperately. "What is it?"
"Will," she choked out, "Where are you?"
"I'm on my way home, I just left the school." He said.
"Will," she said again. "I -"
She was interrupted by a thunderous crash on the other line. Her heart stopped.
"Will?"
"WILL?" She cried, beginning to hyperventilate.
"Will, please, please answer me!"
~
Normally, when Emma Pillsbury was upset, she tended to shut down. But this time, she just had to know. Everything over the next 7 minutes was a blur, and not just because her tears threatened her vision. There was running. A puddle. Her car. The route to Will's house.
And flashing lights.