Oh my god, this episode literally ruined me. My poor Killian and the goodbye kiss... UUUUGH! So since I had all these unbearable feels I thought I shoud write a little mini fic from Killian's pov. Now excuse me I have to go crawl in my corner and die.

Killian walked into the sheriff's station slowly, taking his time until his eyes fell on Emma. There were tears streaming down her face as she held her baby brother close against her chest. For a moment he just stood there and stared. Even with tears in her eyes his Swan always looked beautiful. Without his heart in its rightful place, he wasn't supposed to feel anything at all, but there was a bitter sting in his chest as he thought of everything they could have. That baby for example… it could have been their choice to have a child too some day in the future. Maybe with her beautiful, bright emerald eyes beneath long eyelashes. A wee pirate-princess, looking just like her mother, perhaps with his dark hair to resemble him in some way as well. Gods, she was beautiful in all her golden-hair, brown-leather-jacket glory. But this was the last time he would ever get to see her. His face fell and he winced as he called her name in a slow voice, trying to hide his pain between a blank expression.

"Swan, a word..."

She placed the baby in Elsa's hands and approached him and –oh the irony- but he felt as if his heart just shattered into pieces just to the sight of her crying.

"What are you doing here, you know what is about to happen." She spoke and he realized that this wasn't how this was supposed to happen. They needed time, he needed to memorize her face better, he needed to give her something as much as an apology for being another person in her list of deceased loved ones.

"Aye, I know, I just needed to see you." He mumbled and despite how much he tried to stop it, he gave in, the pain truly reflected in the way he looked at her, straight into her eyes. "Before I chain myself on the dock for the protection of all, I needed to see you one more time."

"Killian I'm not a tearful-goodbye-kiss person." She sobbed and he couldn't stand it. She was in pain and the last time he got to see her was with tears in her eyes, everything around them falling apart, burdening her. There's not a day will go by that I won't think of you. He kept on blankly staring at her wishing the circumstances were different, more hopeful for her at least.

"But maybe just this once..." She caught him off guard, pulling him down to her and pressing her lips against hers fiercely, the taste of salty tears reaching his tongue, but he didn't care anymore. Moving back he rested small kisses into her skin. One just a bit above her top lip, one to her cheek and one into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled his nose there, breathing her in, memorizing every last bit of her scent in what seemed to be mere seconds before he pulled back, his forehead aligned with hers. He had to go, she had a lot to take care of, she didn't need him bothering her, wasting her time. He enjoyed another second in her hold, her hands on his neck, slightly squeezing in a comforting gesture. It pained him, physically pained him when the warmth of her palms against his skin disappeared.

"Goodbye." He murmured and turned around, walking out without looking back, Emma's soft sigh and quiet sobs the last thing he heard before the cold air of the street hit his flushed face.

He rushed all the way down the docks, collapsing in his usual spot on the bench, burying his face in the palm of his hand, the cold metal of his hook pressing against his forehead. Tears finally left his eyes, finding their way down his face, a sob caught in his throat, a quiet whisper falling from his lips.

"Swan."

(There was wind, he stood up and in matters of seconds a rain of tiny mirror shards surrounded him. There was a sharp pain in his eyes and chest, a last lonely tear fighting its way out and then there was nothing.)

-Fin