Disclaimer: So I've been SUPER busy with the start of school. Sorry it took so long to update. Btw some of you are going to really hate me for this chapter but please don't stop reading. It's not the last one! This chapter's dedication goes to woundedhearts for giving me some of my first reviews.

Emma's P.O.V.

I stood by myself near one of the ship's railings. The sea seemed so calm at the moment and it almost made me forget all my problems. It was as if they weren't even there. But sadly, they were there and I had to resolve them that night. This was not something I was looking forward to.

I was only there for a moment before Wilfred walked up to me. He didn't say anything at first, but simply stood next to me and marveled at the sea. I could tell by the look on his face that he had the same feeling of calm I had. He didn't seem like the kind of person who slowed down like this very often.

"It's amazing isn't it," I said breaking the silence. "Just the sight of it like this can make you feel so different. It's as if everything inside you just seems to slow down a bit." He nodded and turned to me.

"Do you think I'm a horrible person?" he asked. "And please tell me the truth. No matter how bad it may be."

"Well let's see," I told him. "In this night alone, you kept level headed when my daughter went missing. You respected my wishes even when they didn't agree with yours. You also knew where to find my daughter because you were listening when she talked to you. I don't think that sounds like a horrible person. But I do think your morals and people skills can be a bit off sometimes." He nodded and turned back to the sea.

"I guess you're right," he said. "I've been thinking about my mistakes since our little encounter in the hall. There are quite a lot of them and unfortunately a lot of them can't be fixed. But some can. I intend to fix them all and I'm gonna start by not making you marry me." I looked up at him to make sure it wasn't a trick and when I saw the serious look on his face I turned back to the water.

"Thank you for that," I said quietly. "That's one more thing to add to my list. There's no way I think you're a horrible person now." A small smile came across his face.

"That's nice to know," he told me. "The funny thing is, I actually like you. It didn't start that way but I do. And I don't mean like a little. I mean a lot." I laughed.

"I hope you realize that you just sounded like a second grader," I said. His smile grew. "You know you never did really ask me."

"And if I were to ask now?" he asked me. "Would my answer be any good?"

"No," I admitted. "But I can't be sure it'll be the same in about a year. It all depends on what you do." With that I walked away, but I'm sure I saw a look of hope in his eyes.

The next morning I told Amanda of my new found freedom over breakfast. She seemed quite pleased.

"Does this mean you'll get back together with Dad?" she asked.

"Not exactly," I explained. "I was talking with your father the other day and something he said reminded me of why we broke up. We had problems and it's not as if we could pretend that they're not still there 'cause they are. I think the two of us could still be friends but, it wouldn't work romantically between us."

"Oh," she said in a small voice. She looked down with a look of disappointment.

"You know it's not the end of the world," I told her. "Things will get better. Just you wait."