Pieces of broken hearts blowing away with the smoke from a fire

Pieces of broken hearts

A\N: This will be a twoshot, I have no idea what the fuck I'm writing here, I'm just in the mood for a tragic romance starring Willicia. I have no idea about anything I'm writing on this one but we're gonna go with it, I hope you enjoy whatever this is Angels.

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Even though she didn't witness his death, or hear the gunshots that killed him, or saw him at the hospital, though she tried only to be thwarted by Diane, Kalinda and Cary, doesn't mean she's come put from his death unscathed, other than loosing the love of her life, having a huge part of her heart ripped out of her chest, the nightmares that start as dreams or memories end in horrifying, screaming nightmares that woke the kids and had them coming into her room. 

The death of Will has left a gaping hole inside her. The saying is time heals all wounds. That is not true, granted it's only been 9 months since he was shot and killed, but instead of healing, the hole has gotten bigger and bigger. 

She's sitting on a park bench dressed in faded jeans, a t-shirt, a lightweight zip up hoodie, sneakers with one of his baseball caps on her head, threaded through her ponytail, holding a cup of coffee, the sun warming her face as it rises over Chicago, signalling another day, another day of life, another day of moving on, another day of people not knowing what is going on in other people's lives, another day of pretending to be fine when she's anything  but fine, another day without Will Gardner. 

Every day, every hour, every second that has passed since that day in March has been the same for her: wake up, try not to think about how Will would wake her up during their affair, get coffee, try not to think how Will made her coffee, get dressed, try not to think about  how Will would look at her in the outfit, go to the office, try not to think about Will, go home and eat dinner, try not to think about how Will would feed her, go to bed, try not to think about Will as sleep overtakes her. 

Every day has been the same for her for the last nine months, and every day a piece of her heart chips away, until her heart has just turned into blood and bone floating around her body, the pieces of her heart are out somewhere in the world. 

The pieces of her broken heart have disappeared without a trace. There's been no evidence to confirm that they will ever return to her, or that they'll be found again. 

The pieces of her heart will be turned into nothing but the brittle bits of bone that will quickly become dust that will float away, like they never existed. 

Like her heart, that belonged to William Paul Gardner, didn't exist. 

But her heart has always belonged to Will, even when it stupidly belonged to Peter. 

She doesn't know if she'll ever find the pieces of her chipped heart, not that it really matters. She doesn't want the pieces of her chipped heart returned to her if Will Gardner is not the one who's returning them. 

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A\N: I have currently unlocked myself out of my phone and it's so annoying so until I can get back into it, it looks like  I'm on my laptop writing my stories (not that I'm complaining) I hope you enjoy the first part of this Willicia story, Angels.