She paced back and forth with her hands all wet from her sweat. Nervously, she gnawed on her bottom lip. Worried (e/c) eyes were all on the paper she had just read. Her eyes were still ditaliated in fear, but she didn't want to show it. Not now, not today.

"(Y/n)? Is everything alright?" Her lover's voice chimed into the small studio she lived in with a melodious tone.

"Uhh, yeah! I-I'm fine," she lied.

She didn't dare to face her. What would she think? How will she react? Angry? Furious? Aren't they the same thing with a different stage of level? She's sure that she wouldn't like the news though. She knew that she would hate it. Every single bit of it.

"Really?" The clicking of her heels drew into her working area.

She dared to face her.

Breathless, always breathless, was her first reaction every time she saw her. Short curly blonde hair with a ribbon tied on her head like a headband, stunning apple green eyes, a cute cat-like smile thay gives her chills every time she smirks at her suggestively, cherry red lips and rosy cheeks, and the simple dresses shen would wear fits her almost perfectly.

Too beautiful for this world, and she knew that she didn't deserve her... yet she chose her to be hers.

"Hey, Em?" She spoke almost too warily.

"You can tell me anything, but, baby, please," Emma looked at her with so much concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Okay," she breathed in, "I love you, and you know that, so will you go out with me at the cafe down the street tonight at 7 o'clock?"

Emma blinked twice at her. She was confused, but she looked like she believed it. She really thought that she were just too afraid to ask her out.

"(Y/n), we have been in a relationship for almost three years and you're too nervous to ask me out?" She looked at her with pure confusion. "Why so nervous?"

"Umm, I don't know..." She sighed. "I guess I feel like we're in college again when I asked you out for the first time."

She laughed with her. Everything was going well. Just for the moment. This was a moment of bliss. The only moment of bliss everyone would like to experience. Laughter. Even at the bitterest to the sweetest moments.

"Don't be late!"

"I'll always be!"

Then back again to the nervousness once she was gone. Gone of too work while she stayed to make her mind work.

~Time Skip~

She looked from side to side, waiting for the blonde to arrive. It was cold, but she was determined to tell her. She couldn't keep it as a secret for long. The beans would spill since Feliciano knew about your current state.

Oh Feli... She thought of the sweet Italian man who loved her like a sister. Thank you for introducing Emma to me, but I'm afraid that would be the greatest mistake you've done.

She looked at the ukulele case she held. The instrument was barely a year old. It reminded her of Emma so much. She was the one who encouraged her to learn the ukulele after all. She sang with her when she played and even created songs with her that she even uploads on her old SoundCloud account.

She didn't want this to happened. Never did she ever want this to happen. Yet, it did.

"(Y/n)!" She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw the woman she has waited for. "Are you alright? Love, is there something wrong?"

"Umm, no! Nothing's wrong, it's just..." She shook her head. "Never mind, come on, lets get in so we can chill."

"Sounds great!" Emma chimed with a smile.

Smiling for me, but that'll stop soon. Her ragged breathed wouldn't make her stop thinking.

The couple went in together, hand-in-hand. Emma expected a kiss, but there was none. She knew something was really going on. She wanted to let it slide and enjoy the night with her like it was the last night of their lives. She treated her like that. Every day, every night, she would give her the best time.

They got a table for two that had a good view of the stage.

It was acoustic night. She had to pick tonight. She didn't want to miss the chance. She already told Feliciano how she was going to announce this. The Italian man who owned this new cafe agreed to her decision.

He watched from a far with his friends with great worry. Emma's brothers were there too, but they had no clue what was going to happen.

"(Y/n)." Lovino, Feliciano's brother, called her from the side of the room and signaled her that it was her turn to take the stage.

Her heart reaced. Nervousness, anxiety, anger, confusion, sadness, and sorrow all mixed up in her veins. It rushed through her body like a bullet train. She shakily grabbed her ukulele and looked at her brothers at the back.

They made eye contact and saw the emotion. The feelings in her eyes that were beginning to be filled with tears.

Abel reacted with his mouth gaping open. His pipe falling down as time seemed to slow down. She stood up looking at him in the eye with a sad smile. She looked at Henri with the same expression too. Henri responded with his eyes ditaliating from the shock that rose in him.

She directed them to Feliciano the tell them the rest.

Feliciano looked down as Lovino tried to snap the two blonde men out of their state of shock.

Time finally came back to its originally speed. She reached the stage and brought her ukulele out.

She could see Emma smile. The innocent cat-like smile when she performs on stage.

"Good evening everyone," (Y/n) greeted as a cough rang through the cafe, "so I'll be singing a cober today, and I dedicate this to my girl."

She looked over at her lover.

"You have been the world's most amazing girlfriend for these past years..." Emma smiled at her. "But I've got something to sing for you tonight."

Emma's smile faded a bit, but your sad expression didn't.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry." She whispered to herself away from the mic.

This was it. Her time to tell.

She started to strum her chords.

Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors
My sisters and my brothers
Still

Emma looked at her confused, sad, angry. She didn't know. Her reaction was mixed. Why would she sing this? Why would she tell her with a tone of sadness in her voice? Was this a break up?

I will not kiss you
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you

She continued to strum chords with her eyes on the verge of tears. She kept her eyes on Emma who gave a look. She couldn't read it. Her emotions were too noisy to be read now.

Now turn away
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body
Oh, my agony
Know that I will never marry

Tears started to flow out of her cheeks and rolling until it dripped under her chin, landing on her ukulele.

Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo

Emma's eyes widened.

But counting down the days to go

Her mouth gaped open.

It just ain't living
And I just hope you know

Eyes now on the verge of tears.

That if you say

"No..." She whispered.

Goodbye today
I'd ask you to be true

She had her eyes all on her now. Everyone had, but hers were on her eyes.

'Cause the hardest part of this...

The tears began to flow.

"Is leaving you." (Y/n) whispered the final line of the song.

She smiled sadly.

"Kiss me not, my dear." She spoke into the mic. "I'm not worth it, my time is up."

Emma was speechless with shock and full-on agony now.

"Kiss me not, my dear," she smiled, "because I'll fade away like that flower you see me bloom."

"Though, kiss me not for the last time." (Y/n) nodded.

"As the times pass by, so will I."

Heeeeeyyy! Guess who decided to update with a very feels-filled one shot! Okay, I didn't mean too, but I did mean to do this. I felt really bad for not updating, and I'm sick again too. Coughing and mucus, and now my wisdom tooth is growing. Fucking horray. It hurts like shit. I hate it.
But I love Sherlock. Finished it and I can't wait for the next season! The last episode of the third season hit me like a storm. FUCKING HELL MAN. I LOVE IT. MY FANDOM SENSES ARE BACK IN BUSINESS BABY!
But I've gotta sleep now. This smol author is sick and she can't handle fast weather changing apparently and a growing tooth all the way behind her teeth.
Auf Wiedersehen for now!

-Pumpkin