I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 3 - Friends Forever.

Chapter 3 – Friends Forever.

Later that Night;

Paige Morgan...

My friend had faced the worst thing that I can imagine ever having to face. My heart hurt for her, she seemed so lost today; like a little girl; looking around for help from someone, somewhere. I knew her so well, I knew that she wanted someone, to jump up and say that it had all been some very cruel joke, or a devastating mistake. Of course, no one did, and I was so proud of my dad for the way he had stepped up and was helping her find her footing.

Emily had never lived alone, apart from when she had been at University – she had lived on campus, so she had, had room-mates and that had been a comfort for her. Now she was alone in that huge house her father had bought, she was going to have to learn a whole new degree of things that she hadn't faced before.

I had a very strong opinion that she would be letting the staff, her dad had hired, go. Emily had never felt comfortable having staff running around after her. In all honesty, it would have been far easier for her to just accept that, that was why the staff were there but no, Emily liked to do everything the hard way. My dad had always said that Emily took after her mom in every sense of the imagination – I wish that I could have met Grace, it had been clear to me that my dad; had some very serious feelings for his best friends, wife. If Grace had been the first version of who Emily was, then I could understand why my dad had feelings.

Emily was one of those rare people who just isn't aware of how unique and nice she was. I had seen her volunteer at University Crisis Call Centre and she would take on the people's problems and fight to find a way to help them. It was extremely rare that someone could be so completely committed to being interested and genuinely want to help people.

I can't help but wonder how I would cope when the time comes when my dad won't be here, I can't say the word die, I just can't voice that with my dad in the sentence, I just don't know how Emily is doing it – my sister, Ryan and I both know just how close Emily and Ben were and the loss was going to take a lot of getting used to for her.

Our dad is helping her as much as he can, he had helped her with the funeral planning and I think that he had said, that he was going to crash on her sofa tonight, because he had been worried about her almost catatonic state before the funeral and then the complete and utter break down she had when it had been time to leave the funeral home. Ben had made my dad promise that he would look out for Emily, but my dad wouldn't have needed to be asked; in his eyes, that was the right thing to do, one last thing that he could do for his best friend.

My dad and Ben had grown up together – they had made a pact when they were about to go into high school, that they would always be there for one another and that if needed they would drop everything for one another.

I am worried about my best friend though; I mean obviously she was emotionally upset, but she appeared to be gaunt in her face, her eyes had bags the size of suitcases under them, she appeared a little bit thinner too. Of course, she hadn't been fat before all of this; but now she looked, what I would say; sickly and painfully thin. I had tried talking to her but it was like she was looking through you, almost as if she wasn't aware of you being there. This wasn't who my best friend is; she is the girl who is there for everyone else, she is the one who put things to the side if I had a problem, she is the girl who genuinely cares and always remembers little things about people to start up a conversation the next time she sees them.

Emily was always so positive and like a ball of sunshine; I honestly don't know how she does it. Today though, she was like a completely different person and I didn't know what you make of it.