Everyone's around, no words are coming now.
And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound.
And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up.
And I'm not prepared; sorry is never there when you need it
~Good To You, Marianas Trench ft. Jessica Lee
Graham
He was a lover.
"Graham?" Emma called desperately, hands roaming over his body searching for a pulse. She shook him, hard, angrily, fearfully. She screamed his name again, gripping his wrist, searching for a pulse, something to show that he was alive. There was nothing.
She doubled over, sobbing, tears falling through her eyelashes and onto Graham's grey uniform, splashing onto his sheriff badge. Emma screamed, the sound loud and dead, empty of all emotion. How could she feel when Graham didn't? "I'm so sorry." She whispered, though she didn't know who to. She had a lot of things to be sorry for, a lot of people who deserved an apology from her. They weren't going to get one.
Well, apologies were never her strong point.
i know it's short, but its late. it's going to be a multichapter, with every single character from storybrooke - as many as i can remember she knows - from Emma's standpoint. hope you enjoy! and don't forget to drop your reviews!
no white horse for me