The blonde slowly arose from the couch, draping a blanket over herself and walking sullenly towards him. Her hand arose and rested on his cheek.
    “Will, I’m so sorry.” She breathed. Lingering with guilt her eyes sought after his, but she knew this had to end she loved Emily.

    Emily slowly snuck away from the couch and out of the room unnoticed.

    “You betrayed me Jennifer. How can you be sorry. You had an affair. I trusted you. You told me she died you came and cried to me about it, people came to your door crying about it and it was all a lie. Jennifer she was alive and now you’re sleeping with her. How long had this been going on for?” he spoke sadly, he loved her but, he didn’t know if he could anymore.
    “I’m sorry.” She spoke shaking her head a tear dropping from her eye. “I do love you but, I’m sorry. I had to lie to you I had to lie to all of them to protect her.”

    




Her dark hair fell towards her face as her fingers clicked out the words her mouth couldn’t say. Her heart, how deeply it longed for that blond gently sitting on her bed thinking slowly. Her fingers clicked and clacked spilling the words of her love, shooting them across like wild fire.
    “JJ, you know how I feel about you right?”
    “Of course I do Em.” The blonde replied softly
    “No, I mean… how I really feel.”
Emily closed her eyes trying to visualize the words, the words that would float across the screen, the words that would make JJ realize.
    “what do you mean?” she typed slowly, hoping she felt the same as her. Emily’s heart flittered, butterflies slowly creeping up, begging her fingers to type no longer, begging them to stop but it was too late.
    “I mean, that I love you.” The blondes heart raced, but then it sank.

As soon as Will fell asleep that night, I snuck to the kitchen to text Emily. I waited a few minutes but she never text back. I sat at the table in the dark for a few minutes thinking about what I knew I had to tell Will in the morning and dreading the conversation. Realizing that no matter how long I sat there it wasn’t going to change anything, I went to bed.
    The next morning I got up a little earlier than Will and made breakfast. It’s always nice to wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. I was almost finished when Will walked in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. “Mornin’” he says with a smile and pours some juice. I fix our plates and we sit at the table. Will takes a few bites and then looks up, “You’re awfully quiet this morning. Is everything okay?”. “No.” I didn’t even hesitate. “This isn’t working Will. We’re not happy. I’m not happy. When I’m not working you’re flying to Louisiana and when I am working you’re wishing you were in Louisiana. You miss your job. That’s never going to change. I love Henry and I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world but if I hadn’t gotten...