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vi. Emma
No pain he had ever felt compared to the pain he felt when his Swan left.
The gunshot rang in his ears. He didn't turn back. He'd promised not to. She'd made him promise not to. She'd told him it would be too hard for him. He shouldn't have found her, he wasn't supposed to, she wanted to go without a goodbye because she knew it would be less painful.
The gunshot rang in his ears.
He wasn't supposed to find her. She wanted to leave, she knew what it would do to him, to Henry. The gunshot rang in his ears.
The first thing he felt was despair, as he crumbled against the wall and cried. Killian Jones did not cry. Well, now he did.
The second thing he felt was...nothing. His heart had been ripped out and crushed. Not literally, though maybe he would have preferred that. He spent the majority of the time drunk, but not even the rum could taint her memory. It couldn't erase the green of her eyes, the white of her teeth, the red of her lips and the way her body fit his so well.
The gunshot rang in his ears.
He'd smashed glasses, he'd punched walls, he'd kicked tables, stormed the empty halls of their home. His home now. She was gone. His Swan, his light, his saviour, was dead, gone. She wasn't here to stop him from becoming this self-destructible ghost of a man.
"I'm fine,"
The gunshot rang in his ears.