Chapter 1
"Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself."
-Nicholas Sparks
A tear rolled down my face as I watched to covin go deep down into the ground, my daughter. My beautiful daughter, death. The one tear was soon followed by more, making my vision go blurry. Not that I wanted to see it anyway. I did not want to see how my baby was put into a coven and got barried under the ground. Because seeing it meant it was true and that was something I couldn't live with. I fell with my knees to the ground, No! Not this wasn't happening! I was just a dream and I would wake up in a few minutes, but I knew that wasn't true. This was really happening, I failed to protect my baby girl. The tears turned into a desperate cry as I kept mumbling her name "Emma... My Emma..." somehow mumbling her name comferted me. Maybe part of me hoped she could hear me, hoped she knew how much I cared. I didn't hear much of the speeches everyone gave, my vision was only focused on the covin and I could only hear one thing, her voice. Memories of our time washed over me, I regretted not having seen her grow up. I regretted everything, but those moments we did spend together had been magical. I felt Snow's hand on my shoulder, but she didn't say anything. And what could she have said? That thing would be okay? It wouldn't, life wouldn't be okay without Emma. I stared at the grave, at the stone with my daughters name carved in it. It shouldn't be like this, I should've protected her. I should've been the one who sacrifised myself, not her.
When we got home, late in the evening, my eyes hurt of crying. But it didn't compare to the pain of missing my daughter. I walked past Emma's door to get to my own room, I tried to ignore it, tried to pretend it didn't excist. At this point I would've given my soul for another curse, to forget everything, to forget the pain. But at the same time I didn't want to forget, I wanted to remember everything. I wanted to remember how her blond curls jumped up and down when she walked, I wanted to remember how her voice sounded when she said my name, to remember the smell of her shampoo. It was painful to remember, but I was terified to forget. I felt my heart acking for her with every breath I took. My arms felt empty, because I could never held her in my arms anymore. I could never make her hot choco with cinamon anymore, I could never be her friend again, I could never be her father again. I wanted to hold her in my arms, I wanted to see her again. Just one more time. I just wanted one more moment with her so I could tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. But that would never happen, I would never see her again, I would never feel her in my arms. She was just... Gone...