Today we were told that one of my aunts and her husband were on an accident where she died and that her husband was on the hospital in the ICU. I needed to talk about it but didn't really know what I wanted to talk about. So, this is mostly based on that from where I was.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Once Upon a Time.
It was a sunny and lazy summer when Emma told her parents that she and her husband were going on a trip while Henry spent the week with Regina. It sounded like a good idea to Snow and Charming for her daughter to have some well-deserved away time with her husband after that many years of marriage. They wanted her to be as happy as possible.
According to Emma, night was the best time to travel, because it meant you got to see the sunrise and take advantage of every minute of the morning when you got there. So, by three in the morning they were already on the road. It felt nice being able to relax on her sit while her husband held her hand as he drove toward the town line.
A loud ring, she was awoken by a loud ring and the most heart-breaking news she had ever been told. She felt weak… and dizzy, and… bang! She dropped the phone. She didn't even realize she was falling until she felt her husband's strong arms catch her right before she hit the floor. A wet stain began to form on his shirt from her wife's tears and his body began to feel too heavy, but nothing compared to the sensation of having his heart being continuously stabbed with a poisoned sword while it burned in flames.
She was dead. Their daughter, their biggest joy, their Emma… was gone. Too hurt to breath. Too wounded to live. They had been on an accident and she hadn't made it. Her husband was hurt very badly. He was being taken care of, but the chances of him getting better were lower than a penguin's jump.
So, when Charming's knees became too weak to support his own weight, he lowered himself to the floor, never letting go of his wife. They clung tightly to each other, as if they were the only thing that was keeping each other alive.
Snow didn't know anything for the following week, only one thing: No parent should have to witness their child's body being lowered in a coffin into the ground, especially not because of a drunk idiot loose on the highway. And no husband should wake up from a coma to find out his son was now motherless.
They walk hand in hand into their daughter's house, the one she had just gotten two weeks ago, only to see the still closed boxes and broken dreams. The freshly painted walls appear darker, and the once warm living room feels dead and hollow. The portraits around the house seem to burn their gazes into them, as their smiles bring back memories and reopen old wounds.
It is the backyard that shatters them. The bags of dirt and the packs of flower seeds that were meant to bring more light to the house. A reminder of all the illusions that never became a reality. Emma's joy that couldn't be covered when she finally moved in just an open wound that was too beautiful to stitch closed.
Please let me know what you think about it.