Summary: Will realises he's made the wrong decision.
Companion piece to:
Ambition - Will contemplates the future.
Traffic Lights - Will makes a mistake regarding his plans for the weekend.
Will can’t stop thinking about the camping trip, about the fact that right now he could be sitting by a waterfall, pitching a tent in more ways than one. Instead, he’s here with Em putting a bunch of teenagers through their paces as they run through the junior lifeguard exercises they’ve set them.
“You’re moody today.” She tells him as he clasps the clipboard to his chest, the wood creaking with the force of how hard he’s gripping it.
No, he thinks, I’m a fucking asshole who should be fucking his girl by a waterfall right now.
“Can you do this without me?” He asks her, tilting his face towards her. Her eyebrows rise behind her aviators as that haughty expression crosses her features.
“Yeah.” She says flatly, her mouth forming a pout. “But I don’t wanna.”
Will’s eyes narrow because he’s at an impasse right now.
If he stays, you’re gone. They’ll be no more nights spent wrapped up in you, afternoons licking strawberry daiquiris off your skin. You’ll go back to what you were before, the paramedic he runs into when someone’s dumb enough to hurt themselves on the beach.
If he leaves then he’s finally letting go of all that history he was with Em. He’s sending her a clear message that it’s over, that there isn’t a chance in hell of reconciliation. It should be a no brainer but somehow, it’s so fucking hard because he was going to marry this woman, have children with her.
“You know I’ve been seeing Lana, right?” He asks and Em shrugs her shoulders in response to his words. “She asked me to go camping this weekend but instead I’m here doing this with you.”
There’s a flash of triumph on her features and he purses his lips together, exhaling though his nose because the words he’s about to say, they’re going to change everything.
“I made the wrong choice.” He tells her, shoving the clipboard into her arms. “I gotta go.”
He’s in his Jeep before she can stop him, hurtling towards the secluded camping spot that your dad used to take you before he passed away five years ago. You like to go up there when you need a reset, a quiet place away from the rest of the world. The fact you offered to share that with him…
Like he said, he’s an asshole.
He parks the Jeep next to your battered car before he hikes the way up, his rucksack of emergency supplies slung over his shoulder. There’s a spare shirt, some undies and a couple of powerbars he had in the glove compartment.
Your tent is already up by the time he makes it to the waterfall; he hears the rush of water through the trees before he breaks away from the trail into your private oasis. His gaze comes to land on the pile of clothes resting on the shore before he locates you in the water. You’re floating on your back, naked as the day you were born, your eyes closed.
You look so peaceful in that moment, so relaxed.
He strips out of his own clothes, leaving them tangled up in yours before he lowers himself into the hot spring. The heat rolls over his skin, soothing away the aches in his muscles from yesterday’s punishing work out.
You must feel the water ripple as he approaches, it against his chest as he sinks deeper, paddling out towards you. You right yourself, bobbing in place as he approaches.
“Lana.” He says, cradling your face between his hands. “Lana, I’m so sorry, I was an idiot-”
You steal his breath away, silencing him with a kiss and he knows that all is forgiven because he’s here now and that means that Will, he chose you.
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