Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

The Simple Act of Breaking Hearts

Later that day
The girls helped me pick out an outfit tonight, dolled me up with some of their makeup, and even fixed my hair a little for me. I didn't want to look too spiffy though, because being natural was more my taste. "Not too much hairspray! It's not the 80s anymore, Nickie!" I scolded one of my teammates as she spoofed my hair up with spray for the 6th time tonight.

"Sorry! It's just not staying up!"

"It doesn't have to, let it stay down... Emily liked it down."

Diana giggled, "Gotta look nice for Emilyyy."

Julia chimed in, "Tell us more about Emily, Ms. Popular."

I blushed and swooned to them, "She's really cool, and she knows a lot about Paris. But she's smart with other stuff too. And uh... She grew up in Italy so she loves soccer and asked me tons of questions about our team and my position and all that. And she's just... really sweet. But she doesn't seem sweet when you first meet her. But she is."

"Can we meet her?"

"We're leaving tomorrow, Nik."

"Ugh I know. Nevermind then."

Julia quietly asked me, "Are you gonna stay in touch with her?"

"I mean... I'll try to. I don't know how that'll work though."

Diana pointed out, "Well you know where she lives, right? So you can write to her?"

"I don't know if that'll be such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Her mom is kinda... strict."

"Oh. Damn."

"Yeah. She... caught us. And now she doesn't want Emily to have anything to do with me."

"Caught you? Doing what?" All the girls leaned in, hoping to catch some dirty details.

I chuckled, "It wasn't anything like that it was just... we were like... about to kiss."

"And she walked in right at that moment?" I nodded and they all winced.

"We thought she was still at work but I guess she left early or something."

"Where does she work?"

"She's an Ambassador."

Julia's eyes widened, "No shit! So is Emily like... rich?"

"Pretty much. Her house is huge."

Diana pulled us back, "Wait wait wait, she's a US Ambassador?" I nodded. "So Emily's... American?" I nodded again. Diana smiled and hopefully exclaimed, "Maybe she'll move back to the states someday!"

"Yeah... Maybe." I let that dreamy idea trail off into just that: a dream. The reality is we're leaving first thing tomorrow morning and the last time I'll probably see Emily is tonight.

Julia ran in from the main bedroom and jumped up and down, "Jen it's 7:40 you gotta go!" I took a deep breath and stood up, grabbing my purse and walking out of the hotel to catch a ride to the Garden. I got there around 7:50 and saw Emily waiting on a bench for me.

I walked up to her and softly said, "Hey you."

She perked her head up and beamed at me, "You came."

"How could I not?"

She stood up and hugged me tightly, "I'm so sorry." I hugged her back and relaxed when her comforting scent invaded my nose.

I sighed into her shoulder, "I know, Emily. It's okay."

She let go and sat back down, pulling me next to her and gushing, "But it's not. What my mother did was terrible. And I... I just... I wanted you to know that how she feels isn't how I feel."

I smiled at her, "How do you feel?"

"I really... like you. And I wish you were staying."

"I like you too, Emily. I wish this wasn't goodbye."

"Me neither... I'm scared."

"Why?"

"I don't think I'll ever see you again."

"Oh, Emily." I leaned over and hugged her again, pulling her close to me and never wanting to let go. I sniffled, "I don't wanna let go."

She rubbed over my back and sighed, "Then don't. Stay."

"I can't."

"I know." She pulled away and held my hand, keeping it in her lap as she traced patterns all over it. She wiped a tear off my cheek and breathed out, "You look beautiful tonight."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

"I picked out this outfit just for our date."

Emily grinned at me, "This is a date?"

"I wanted it to be."

"It's hardly romantic." Her eyes darted around, like she was looking for something. Suddenly, she got up and stepped a few feet way, picking flowers out of a garden bed. She gathered them up and walked back over to me, bowing down and lovingly handing them to me, "For you, Madamioselle Jareau."

I blinked in admiration and took them, "Oh why thank you, Madamioselle Prentiss."

Emily held her hand out and bit her lip, "Dance with me?" I blushed and stood up slowly, taking her hand into mine. She spun me around on the grass, dancing with me gracefully for some minutes around the Garden. We strolled over to one of the grand fountains and walked around it for a minute or two before dancing back to our bench. I don't remember ever being this happy, and it was all because of her. I laid down on the bench with my head in her lap as she gently stroked her fingers through my hair. We sat in silence for sometime, simply enjoying each other's presence and the peaceful sounds of Paris hazing in the background. I finally looked at my watch and sighed when I realized it said 11:30.

I sat up and softly said, "Emily..."

"N-No."

"It's 11:30."

"So?" Her voice was beginning to break.

"I have to get back."

"Please..." She started to tear up.

I couldn't help but cry along with her, "I'm sorry." She sniffled and attempted to wipe her tears away, but they kept falling.

"If you leave I have nothing."

"M-Maybe we'll see each other again someday."

"The day I see you again will be the day Heaven comes to Earth." I smiled and scooted closer, stroking her cheek with my thumb and feeling the moist residue of the tears she shed for me. We leaned closer and closed the gap between us, finally enjoying the blissful union of our lips touching together. It was soft and caring, occasionally interrupted by the taste of salty tears although we weren't sure who they belonged to anymore. Emily reach her hand up and rested it on the side of my face, gently caressing me and making me feel truly adored in that moment. I slowly pulled away and stood up. Emily cried, "Don't go..." The pain was too great and it was difficult for me to form words. I ran my hand through Emily's hair until she grabbed it and brought it to her lips, placing kisses all over it.

My voice barely got out, "I'll never forget you."

"I won't forget you either, Jennifer Jareau."

"Goodbye, Emily." With that, I gingerly stepped away and somberly walked toward the street. Just before I got there, I turned around and looked back. Emily was still sitting on the bench, never tearing her eyes away from me. I blew her a kiss and waved a final goodbye, the most heartbreaking one of my life.

A/N- guys I cried so hard when I wrote this chapter