My first Fanfic. Hopefully I can do this right and it's not a complete mess.
It was inspired by a prompt but the muse might have gotten a little out of hand.
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia...
'Cause I'm not fine at all
"Emma!" She ignored the voice calling her. She wouldn't turn around. She wouldn't let him see her crying. She didn't have a home here, they didn't want her here. She'd seen the paperwork in Ingrid's bag, she was being sent back. Again. After months of happiness she was being sent away because they didn't want her. No one had ever wanted her so why was here any different. Stupid, stupid girl, she was so stupid.
"Emma. Emma. Just wait" A hand grabbed her arm and she spun around, wrenching her arm from his grip. There was no way he wasn't going to see her tears. He ran a hand through his hair, swearing under his breath.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Emma shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
"Nothing. Go away Killian" Her words were harsh and guarded. Killian had a family; he had people who wanted him. He didn't understand what it was like to lose everyone, to not be wanted, to be unlovable.
"Don't lie to me. You're horrible at it." She glared at him, the tears had slowed and almost dried, no doubt her makeup was a streaked mess and her mascara was ruined. She hated him seeing her like this, she hated him seeing her so broken and damaged.
"I'm leaving" she didn't meet his eyes, preferring to stare at the ground below her feet. She didn't risk losing herself in the grey tinge of the concrete, not like she does with his blue eyes. She doesn't want to lose herself in his eyes, so she keeps her head bowed
"Emma" He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, she refused to look at him though and he just sighed "Look at me...please" Her breath hitched, the tears falling again and she finally met his eyes. They're a stormy blue-grey that she's begun to recognize as a sign of his anger and frustration. She swallows thickly around the sudden lump in her throat. And she almost tells him why she's leaving. Almost.
"I'm leaving Killian and there's nothing you can do about it." It's a partial lie she knows he could stop her if he really wanted to, if she wanted to let him but she's can't because if she stays he'll leave. He'll leave just like Neal left and she can't survive that. Emma pulls away from him steeling herself to do what she knew she had to
"You don't know what it's like and I don't expect you to know. I don't expect you to understand. You have Liam and Milah. You have a family and people who love you. You have the perfect life, you don't need me sticking around. I'm a bull in a china shop Killian, I'll destroy it all so just let it go. Let me go." Killian's jaw dropped, he looked shocked for a moment. Emma watched as it turned to anger, they both knew his life was anything but perfect. She knew he was having problems with Milah, she knew that Liam was being deployed again. That's why they were friends in the first place. Killian understood what it was like to different. Emma watched as Killian took a step back, shaking his head but before he could speak she turned on her foot and ran, she was good at that. She had always been good at running. It wasn't like anyone was going to chase her, no one ever had and they never would.