hi again. Two chapters in one day! (definitely not like me) FYI, I am back! My life has been semi-straightened out and I really want to devote the summer to writing more fanic. And hopefully I'll get it posted up here! Enjoy!


Past: New York City, New York

Killian stood in front of her building. He'd only been there a couple of times before o help Emma move her things to his place at Kelly's. Just from the outside appearance you could tell that the apartments here were luxurious. He hadn't thought she'd be able to afford something so nice with her so infrequent jobs. (and even more infrequent paychecks) He'd been astounded that she'd leave this place to live at his tiny apartment about Kelly's. She'd explained that her place was cold and unfriendly, while his felt like home. He'd thought then that as long as they were together, anywhere would feel like home. He'd hoped she'd feel the same. Now, that hope was dwindling.

As he walked into the extravagant lobby, he suddenly felt under-dressed in his leather coat, v-neck, and jeans. He walked over to the desk and the lady waved him through- too busy to notice that he didn't belong there.

He approached the stairway entrance, buying himself time to think of what to say. He reached the 8th floor door and stood in front of it. He gathered his thoughts and composed himself. He held a single perfect red rose. He'd brought her this same small token a million times since the day she had told him she thought it was one of the most romantic things is the world. They would always remind him of her. He walked onto her floor. He knew her apartment was around the corner. He glanced around the wall at her door, but quickly recoiled at what he saw. He looked again to confirm that he was seeing correctly. His jaw clenched up and he could feel the tears prick the back of his eyes, threatening to fall.

Killian Jones didn't cry and he wasn't about to start not.

His fist closed around the blossom. He crushed the petals, destroying the rose. He let the flower fall to the floor as he walked back to the stairwell. He needed to get out, needed air, needed to get far, far away.

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Emma gripped his neck and pulled him into a rough kiss as they stumbled into her apartment. She'd close her eyes and see him. But when she felt his left hand roughly grab her hip, surely leaving a bruise, she'd know it wasn't. And with her eyes open his hair was sandy blonde, not black, and his eyes weren't a shining blue, but a dead brown.


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