So, I have a like 10 other stories to keep on top off, but this literally kept me up last night because I was planning it out. And I also re-heard this song from Katy Perry the other day and still haven't got it out of my head 3 days later...

Not Like The Movies

Snow looked across her at the empty space in the bed, the part where someone should be sleeping next to her, his hand should be playing with the loose curls that fall when she turns in her sleep, he should be kissing the tip of her ear when he first wakes to wake her up, he should be holding her when she's crying in her sleep. And yet, he wasn't there. He wasn't there last night when she was crying because she missed him, he couldn't hold her and tell her he'd always be there for her.

She pulled the blanket further up her body, resting the cotton edge against her chin, the tears were now forming down into the material, luckily soaking up the water as soon as it left her eyes. She didn't expect to be like this, to have this sort of bad luck or to realise she had lost. Good had officially lost.

She felt someone sit on the mattress, the sound of the springs readjusting and for just a second she thought it was him.

"Mom, you can't keep laying here" Her little girl's voice ushered her. She found herself moving her hand through her mothers black hair, playing with her curls that same way her father used too.

Snow didn't want to ignore her daughter, in fact she wanted everything to just be able to say thank you to her, to tell her how much she appreciated everything she was doing. She'd been brought into this world with such cruel experiences and bad life preferences and then she finds her family and instances looses them, and yet here she is laying next to her mother and holding her because she understands her mother needs to be taken care of. Her heart is broken and it's like watching someone slowly die away, with every second she's not with him she's falling apart.

"If he was here, he wouldn't want you like this" Emma gently spoke, Snow could feel her breath against her ear, her daughter was that close to her, her arm was attached to hers like stitch work. Snow sunk her head further into the pillow, her eyes yet again sobbing against her will, her body shaking slightly.

The door creaked open and in came a smaller companion. "Mom, what's wrong with Snow?" the little boy asked, he had never seen her this defeated, she was meant to be strong, Snow White, she had everything thrown at her and she still fought, fought til she couldn't fight anymore.

Emma got up from the bed, turning her body on the mattress, and helped the little boy to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, her arm instantly going around him as his top half sunk into her side, she kissed him on the top of the head gently. "Snow, is just a little upset at the moment" She turned her head to look at her mother, she wasn't just upset, she was every single emotion mixed into one.

"Mom, is this because of Grandpa?" The boy asked inquisitively. He was still young yet he was the wisest of them all. He didn't need to be shielded from the reality of life, he understood it beyond his years.

Emma nodded emotionless. "Yes Henry"

"We need to help her, get better" he said, Emma looked so proud, for a second she could see her father looking at her, his eyes were so similar to his. His attitude was always positive just like his Granddads and yet his courage was the same.

What did you all think? Do you think I should continue? Comments would be amazing!