My take on what will happen in episode 3x11, "Going Home."
It was minutes now. Just moments until the giant cloud of purple smoke would swallow them whole and spin their worlds away from each other, making them forget the other.
"Are you scared?" she asked, holding his face in her hands, making him look her in the eyes.
"No. Because, no matter what, I have you right here, always," he said, gently moving her hands to the area right above his heart.
"I just want you to know…,"she said hesitantly, not knowing where these words were coming from, but knowing they had to be said. "I just want you to know, if I had to make a choice, I'd pick you. You. I love you, Killian. You are enough. You always were. I love you. Probably always have." Without a second thought, she pressed her lips to his.
They poured everything they had into that kiss. Everything that was said and couldn't be said. Everything they had and everything they never would. As the smoke surrounded them, their bodies pressed as closely together as two people could get. She felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her, from her head to her toes, toward the sky, throwing her out of balance, but never tearing her lips from his.
Suddenly, the smoke disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Emma could still feel him surrounding her everywhere. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw she was still in the middle of Main Street and he was still with her. "Killian? But, how?"
