"You can't just leave!" Ingrid screamed, her eyes piercing those of the young blonde. Emma clutched her backpack tightly to her chest, her instincts howling at her to run for the door.

"You don't own me!" She yelled back, determined to stand her ground.

"But we belong together, you're supposed to be mine!" Tears welled in the former Snow Queen's ice blue eyes, and she silently prayed that Emma was too far away to see them.

"Life isn't a fucking fairytale, Ingrid! God, you're so naive." Emma swung the backpack over her shoulder and turned to the door, willing herself not to cry. I'm sorry, she thought.

"But..." The older woman breathed, closing her eyes. "But I love you." Her voice broke, betraying the extent of her emotions, and Emma spun to face her once more. She opened her eyes and bit down on her lip, nervously awaiting Emma's reaction.

"I don't love you." Emma spoke flatly, digging her nails into the palms of her hands to keep her voice from shaking.

"You don't mean that," Ingrid whispered.

"Even if I loved you, I could never be your saviour. Somewhere, deep down, you have to know that." Emma fixed her eyes on the ground, tears staining her flushed cheeks.

"You're so much more than that, Emma. You're everything. You're my whole world and I can't lose you." She choked back a sob and rubbed the tears away from her eyes. It was Emma who broke the distance between them, running to Ingrid and throwing her arms around the taller woman's shoulders. She nuzzled her face into Ingrid's neck and breathed in the scent of the older woman. She smelled like roses and the winter wind that blew through the streets of Boston. She pulled away and took one final look at the woman in front of her. Her long platinum blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and her ivory cheeks were flushed. I'll never forget you, Emma thought.

"I love you too, Ingrid. More than anything." Emma sighed, "And that's why I have to leave."

The younger girl bolted to the door without looking back, panicking as she fumbled with the lock.

"No! Emma! Fuck, you don't understand! If you leave you'll forget-" Ingrid was interrupted by the loud bang of the wooden door slamming shut and she dropped to her knees, feeling the magic drain from her body. "You'll forget me." She whispered to herself.

through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.