It Feels Like the End
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The darkness entangles her so quickly he forgets how to breathe. All he can do is stare in utter disbelief as the black embodiment engulfs the woman he loves until she is no longer present in front of him.
The dagger clatters loudly onto the ground, but he makes no move to pick it up. Instead he studies it, her name scrawled deeply into the knife as if it were always meant to be there.
Emma Swan.
Suddenly, without thinking, Hook marches forward, his gaze remaining on the dagger. His feet move swiftly, body acting without mind. The entire group behind him holds their breaths, fully expecting him to remove the dagger from the ground.
Only he doesn't.
Instead, he himself falls to the ground hopelessly, desperately trying to grasp onto the air as it becomes thicker around him. Hook's eyes flutter shut as tears make their way down his face, and right then and there he wishes he had the ability to turn back time.
Because Emma does not deserve to be lost to the darkness, but he- oh god- he does.
And if he would, he could. He would turn back the clock and take her place, positioning himself in front of the blackness and sacrificing everything he'd ever known. And then… then she'd be okay. Then she'd be safe.
But he's not a wizard. He's not the time portal that Zelena created. He's not even quite that much of a hero, really.
What he is, in fact, is someone who has just lost the love of their life to an unknown force. He is empty, a shell. He is broken.
So when the tears finally cease, and he gets up off of the ground to rejoin the rest of the group, he is nowhere near okay. He is nowhere near okay because his lips still burn, are aflame with the words he should have said but did not.
I love you, too.
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A/N: I haven't written for OUAT in a while omg. But yeah, I don't really ship Captain Swan but I am trying so hard too. Like, I really want to ship it. A lot. So basically this is a result of my finale feelings + me trying.