It was just one of those days. Where you can't exactly smile, yet you can't exactly cry. It was just one of those days. Ever since Gregg and Tamara had kidnapped her son, Emma Swan had been nothing less than a wreck. In front of company she kept a brave face, though only one could see how she truly felt, what was eating away at her like a parasite. Hook.
He could see through the facade straight away. It was as if she was on display for the world to see, yet everyone was too busy noticing the more gentile parts of her that they missed the ugly and sad parts. Sadness was something Captain Hook was all too familiar with. Every hope for a family was stolen from him like he deserved to be miserable. His father had abandoned him, the love he shared for another was killed in front of his eyes, along with his hand, and the son he never knew he wanted despised him. Though he wasn't actually his son, but at the time, Hook imagined him to be a part of his family. Until he found out the ugly truth about his mother. Well, the misinterpreted story that is.
So when Hook saw Emma's darkness and misery, he wanted nothing more than to take advantage of it. To have a chance at a family. But he was no monster. Not anymore. Not since she looked in his eyes like he was what was keeping her sane. He was her anchor. When she looked in his eyes it was like looking directly towards the sun. You know you shouldn't do it, but you just want to see what the whole fuss is about. You know it'll hurt you when you stare for too long, but that's the beauty of life. You get over pain and hurt. Right? Well someone needed to send Hook the memo because once he caught a glimpse of what was hiding beneath her emerald eyes, he couldn't tear his gaze. From that day on, he was cursed to emotions he thought would never resurface after Milah died. Everything she did he would watch from afar. His nights were spent thinking about the blonde haired beauty and he hated every bit of it. He wanted nothing more than to be done with these emotions and feel like his old self. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. He was no stranger to these emotions. He knew exactly what he was feeling. Though he'd never admit it to anyone, least of all out loud, and especially not Emma. No not Emma. Never. How would she react to finding out that a man with a hook for a hand wanted her? He was no sap, believe him. It was just one of those nights where he was feeling miserable.