Killians PoV
Tall shadows stretched along the cold timber floor. The sky grew darker, the colours dimming as the sunset dipped down beneath the horizon. Behind me the door closed with a soft thud that echoed slightly throughout the room. Twinkling lights shone in the black velvet sky, diminished by the curtains I pulled across. The room was enveloped in darkness.
Finally the day has come to an end. No more faking, no more lying. No more smiles, no more telling myself it's ok. The facade broke. I screamed in frustration, it was never going to be ok, I know it. Kicking the wall I sink to the ground. Beside me sits the hook, a reminder of both my Milah and my Emma. I lift the tip of it to my wrists.
It had been a year since the accident. Emma was beside me, we were driving through the dark streets of storybrooke in the yellow bug and she was laughing about something I'd said. Her smile as bright as the sun. She had been so beautiful just then in that moment. The pastel pink dress and her silky blonde hair tied up. It was the picture perfect memory that I treasured more than any gold or jewel. And then I heard the glass shattering, falling on us like glitter. Vaguely, I remember her scream, the headlights illuminating her face, the deep red blood covering her perfect face. Everything after that was just muffled sounds and darkness. And it was all my fault.
Threads of blood encircled my wrists. It was all my fault, it's all my fault... 'ITS MY FAULT' I shouted. Picking up my rum I downed the bottle in one gulp. My chest ached and my throat was tight from holding in the tears...
David's PoV
Hearing shouts emanating from the bedroom I raced down the hall grabbing my sword on the way. My shoes thudded dully on the wooden floor. As I got closer I recognised Killians voice, I could hear him becoming more agitated by the second. I could never quite get to him fast enough. I skidded to a stop when I recognised Emma's door.
Trying the handle even though I knew it would be locked I shoved my hand in my pocket reaching for her hair pin. Hands shaking I jostled the pin around in the lock just the way shed taught me, remembering brought tears to my eyes. As I heard glass shattering inside the room I knew I was already too late.
Finally I turned the handle and the door flew open. 'Killian...' I whispered. Slumped against the wall and unconscious, a broken bottle beneath his hand and with Crimson ribbons trailing from his wrists. His cheeks were stained with tears and his hook sat still bloody beside him. Held close to his heart, clenched in his fist was a blood stained photograph of emma, my beautiful daughter. I walked over and at beside him, drowning alone in my memories.
