the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-21- No worries

4 Days later

Y/N's POV

"Good morning, sunshine." Emily greets me lovingly as I sleepily roll onto my side and rub the sleep from my eyes.
Her hand gently strokes my upper arm, leaving a tingling sensation on my skin.
I slowly sit up, lean on my elbow and blink up at her.
Emily sits cross-legged next to me with her back to the window.
The morning light of the sun makes her look even more beautiful than usual.
She is still wearing the blue oversized shirt she slept in and her dark hair falls uncombed and slightly wavy over her shoulder.
The rays of sun dance on her bare face and make her look like an unreal dream apparition.

So beautiful.

I sit up and stretch out a hand, placing it on her cheek, as if I had to make sure that I hadn't dreamed her.
She leans into my touch with her eyes closed and sighs softly as I move a little closer.

"How did you sleep, sweetheart?"
She murmurs and puts her hand on mine while my thumb continues to stroke her cheek.

When she asks that, my dream comes back to me and my stomach turns.
I try not to think about the images that I've seen for days every time I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Katy in front of the window, the knife in her hand.
Katy holding me captive in her arms on the roof, the knife stabbing me in the side, over and over, until life leaves my body.
JJ who arrives too late and can't do anything anymore.

Instead, I just try to be in the here and now, swallow the big lump of fear and just hum in agreement.

"And you?" I ask quietly and hope that Emily doesn't notice the slight tremor in my voice.

She opens her eyes and looks at me.
It's as if she's looking straight into my soul and can see exactly that something is wrong.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" 
She asks and sits up straight.
I let my hand fall and fold it in my lap, wrestling with my hands and the words.

"I...I don't know..." I murmur quietly and notice that I'm feeling sick as fear squeezes my stomach.
Emily's hands rest soothingly on mine and immediately her gentle, calming manner flows through my body and relaxes me a little.

It's amazing what an effect even the slightest touch from Emily has on me.

I raise my head and meet her dark eyes, which look at me lovingly but worriedly.

"It's all a bit much right now." I say with a shrug and, to my own surprise, burst into tears.
My shoulders start to shake and as I want to bury my face in my hands, Emily stops me.
She cups my face with her hands and wipes away the tears with her thumbs while her gaze searches mine.

"It's okay, Sweetie.  I'm here."
She says quietly and gently pulls me into her arms.
I lay my head on her shoulder and wrap my hands around her waist while she hugs me.

"It's okay. Let it out. I'm holding you."
She whispers quietly as I curse myself for crying again.
"I'm sorry. I hate that...that I'm so...so whiny." I sob, pressed against her shoulder and Emily strokes my hair while she rocks back and forth soothingly.

As I slowly calm down, Emily gently grabs my upper arms and holds me away from her a little to look at me.
"My angel, you're not whiny. You're processing a lot at once and your body is just trying to keep up."
She explains gently and strokes my upper arms.
"You're doing great.  I know how terribly exhausting all of this is."
She says, gently resting her forehead against mine.
"I know how hard it is not to go crazy, while you are trying to process a trauma."
The way she says it makes me suspect that she really knows exactly what I'm going through.