Killian looked out the window of Grannies. He was sitting at the table alone; there was a cup of rum and a cup of hot coco. Where Emma used to sit, was empty. But there was food on the table for two, Emma's side untouched; while Killian was almost done eating.
Killian noted the snow outside, and he finished his food. It reminded him of all those times they played and threw snowballs. Killian got up, leaving the untouched food and the trash from his meal, and left the payment on the table for Ruby. Granny sighed from her place at the counter. He was always like this now.. Always looking so sad.. So.. Lost. He always bought food for two.. Never ate the second though. He brought Emma's usual, onion rings, grilled cheeze and coco.
Killian walked out of Grannies, feeling the coldness in the air. The snow under his feet left a trail as he started walking. He knew exactly where he was going, but he never really thought about it. He just.. did it.
As Killian neared his destination, his face got more and more drenched with sadness, and his eyes never held blue, just a gray color.
He was walking into the graveyard. He picked up a rose from the bush at the entrance, holding it so tightly that the thorns broke his skin. He passed many graves untill he saw the one he wanted- The one with the words printed EMMA SWAN.
He crouched down to the grave. His eyes swelled with tears as he pushed the snow of the tombstone and place the rose down. He closed his eyes remembering the daily lunches together.. That smile of hers.. And the snowball fights..
That's when a branch of the tree hovering over the tombstone shook a little, causing the snow to fall and hit Killian.
"T-to this day you still can beat me in a snowball fight." He said, having tears come from his eyes. He made no effort to remove the snow that had landed on him; instead he just stood there, crying.
"So hows e-everything going Emma?" He asked. In his mind Emma was still here, she could hear him.
"I bought you food at Grannies again." He said. He still was crying while speaking to his beloved.
"Here, I think you might want this." He pulled out his flask that usually held rum, but instead it held coco.
"It's coco, I-I know you really love it." He said, placing it on her grave.
"It's lonely with you always hanging out here." He said.
"We a-all hope you come see us sometime." Killian spoke softly. It wad started snowing again, and he kept wiping the grave.
"E-Emma.. Guess what? I brought you something." He said, pulling a ring from his pocket.
"Emma will y-you marry me?" He asked. He couldn't contain the tears. He put the ring on the grave and started to wail almost. He went into the fetal position, and laid on his side softly saying 'Emma'.
"Killian?" He heard someone say. It was Snow's voice; she, Henry, David, and baby Neal stood at the entrance of the graveyard, holding flowers. They ran to Killian, attempting to comfort the crying man.
"Killian.. It's ok.." Snow said, helping him up. Snow noticed the ring and flask, and hugged him.
"She would have said yes." Snow whispered into his ear.
Killian never spoke after Emma's death. He only spoke to the grave. Nothing else. He could see Henry reading on of the stories to the tombstone; Prince Charles and Princess Leia. He saw David crying. Snow stopped hugging him and paid her respects for her daughter, trying oh so hard not to break down at her daughter's grave.