"It's been a year David" Snow told me. "We have to move on."

"Don't you understand?! I CAN'T MOVE ON!" I yelled at her, it's exectly a year since Emma died and my heart still acked for her with every breath I took. I would still make hot coco with cinamon every morning and set down on the counter like she was still there to drink it. I would leave it there when I went to work, when I got home it was always gone. Snow always cleaned it up. That was just one of the little things I did to remember her, I would remember her everyday. Because I was scared of what would happen when I didn't. I was scared that one day I would wake up and not remember those little things that made Emma who she was.

"David.. Emma would want you to move on, to live your life without her" Snow said softly.

"Emma would want to be here! She would want to be alive! So the best I could do to honor her, is by keeping her memory alive!"

"David this is NOT keeping her memory alive! This is insanity! YOU HAVE TO MOVE ON!"

"I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!" I screamed with tears rolling down my face. I turned away from my wife and walked out of the door, slamming the door behind me. I didn't want to go to work today, I didn't want to go into the station that was once her office. I didn't want to do the job that was once hers. I didnt't feel right, not today. Who needed a sheriff in a town full of stupid fairytale characters anyway? Let them figure it out themself for today, I was done. I was so done with everything.

I started to walk down the streets, my feet knew where I was going before my head did. After a few minutes I found myself walking onto the graveyard. A few seconds later I found myself at her grave. I crunched down infront of it, tears rolling down my face and falling into the earth. I stayed there for hours, just staring at her grave. My sadness slowly turning into a blank emotionless state I was all to familiar with. I looked up to see a little girl staring at me, she was wearing a bright red dress that came just below her knees, her legs scatched. She most be cold in this cold winter air. The girl walked towards me, her blonde girl jumping up and down. "Can I help you?" I asked the girl, but she stayed quiet and just looked at me with big curious eyes. I looked around to see if her parents where anywhere close, but we were the only ones here. "What's your name?" I asked the girl. She looked at me and bit her lip "My name is Emma" she said in scary high voice. Emma.... I swallowed hard, hearing her name still hurt. "Well Emma, did you lose your parents?" I asked her. The girl shook her head and stepped closer to me, the air seemed to fill with intense cold. "Who are your parents Emma?" I asked. She looked at me, "You are daddy. Don't you remember?" she answered.