The first part of this chapter will be written in third person. Just a warning in case any of you freak out.

As soon as they got into the apartment, Emma's lips were on

Austin's kissing him fervently. He hoisted her up by her waist and she wrapped her legs around him. He slammed the door shut with his foot. He roughly pushed her up against the wall not breaking the contact. Emma's fingernails raked across his back though his shirt blocked him from the scars she would have caused. She groaned in frustration and tried to tear the shirt apart as his lips attacked hers and their tongues battled for dominance. Emma pulled away with the need for air and Austin decided to go for her neck. She suppressed a moan of pleasure and gripped his hair tightly, pulling at his scalp. She pulled his head back and positioned her lips beside his ear.

"The bedroom is down the hall," she grinned and bit his earlobe lightly. She could feel his chest move against hers as he chuckled deeply. He carried her off to the tiny bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Emma's eyes snapped open. She was terrified that she would wake up and find out it was just a dream or worse find out that Austin had left in the middle of the night. But thankfully she was welcomed with the sight of Austin sound asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her. She smiled as he snuggled closer to her.

This was real. It was not just another disappointment to wake up to in the morning. Emma had finally found something worth holding on to. Austin was probably the only person she could depend on when she was a child. He was the only constant thing in her life. She had been on her own for so long now she had forgotten how safe and secure she felt with him around her. In all her other relationships she felt as if she was balancing on a wire ready to fall into the black abyss below. For the first time she felt like she was on firm ground. She was scarred of trusting someone as much as she did Austin. Emma had been hurt many times in her life, but then again so had Austin. He was probably one of the few people who she felt she could trust. It seemed to be the same for him.

Emma was about to go back to sleep when she heard a sound. Austin's grip on her loosened and he started to thrash around on the bed. Emma moved away from him as he started to get more violent and started calling out in his sleep.

"Please," he begged trying to grasp for something. "You coward, you promised. Don't break our deal!"

He shouted the last part and his face was now contorted in rage. Emma had climbed out of the bed not sure of what to do. She had heard in the orphanage that Austin would move and talk in his sleep but she had no idea that he still did it or that it was this drastic.

"Papa! NO!" he screamed as he bolted up into a sitting position. She saw his eyes snap open. They were as wide as saucers. His chest was heaving as he tried to regain some of the air that he lost. Emma saw that he was practically hyperventilating. He didn't seem to remember she was there, he only focussed on staring and griping the sheets as if he was going to be ripped away if he let go. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to approach him. Emma had never seen Austin so terrified before. She thought about leaving to the other room, she thought about just starring at him petrified. But she instead forced herself to get back on the bed and crawled towards his shaking form. She tentatively wrapped her arms around him. She felt him jerk at the contact but she kept her ground.

"It's okay, Austin," she whispered. "It's okay."

His breath hitched in his throat. "Emma," he croaked. His hands gripped hers as he desperately tried to steady his breathing. "Please don't leave me."

Emma could feel her heart break in her chest. Begging did not suit him. Seeing him so vulnerable made her feel horrible. In this state she could see how broken he really was.

"I'm not going anywhere," she stated softly. "I promise."

She could hear him sigh in relief. "Thank you."

Emma slowly guided him back down to the bed. She gently cradled his head in her arms. "I love you, Austin." she whispered. There was a long silence that followed. Emma was sure he had fallen asleep until she heard the softest of whispers come from his lips.

"I love you, Emma."

I cracked open one eye and then slowly the other. Streams of the sunlight were bleeding in through the drapes. It was morning. I turned my head to look at my alarm clock only to find it wasn't there. I wasn't even in my own house. Then I noticed the little bundle wrapped up in my arms. I look down and see Emma Swan snuggled up against my chest with a content smile on her face. Remembering what happened last night made me smile down at her as well.

She looks back up at me and beams. "Hi," she whispered softly. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I replied, wondering why she would ask me if I was okay. Then I remembered. Every night since I came to this world I would have the same dream. The same nightmare. I would see my father dropping me into the vortex. I would claw at the earth trying to stop myself from going through. Of course I was really clawing at the air screaming in my sleep. I would always wake up when I fell through. Every night I would sit there panting and gripping the sheets to make sure I was really there. I be like that until morning. No one has ever done anything when I have these nightmares. The children in the orphanage and my foster parents would learn to ignore it. Mike, Jade and Timmy never spoke about it. Last night was the first time that anyone had comforted me. Last night was the first time I have ever fallen asleep after having one of those nightmares. Last night was the first time Ive said I love you to anyone for years. And what terrified me was that I meant it.

I quickly stood up from the bed startling Emma.

"I-I need to use the shower," I stuttered. "Do you have one?"

Emma pointed to the hallway wordlessly. I quickly gathered my clothes that were scattered across the room and sprinted out into the hallway. I found the bathroom and shut the door as I scrambled in. I turned on the tap and let the water run, I splashed the water on my face trying to wake myself up from my haze. How could I be so stupid? I knew this would lead to nothing good. But I wasn't even thinking of the consequences when I did this. She wasn't even 18 yet. Im pretty sure this was illegal. Though its not like this is the first time Ive broken the law. But that wasn't the biggest problem. I was in love with this girl now and I was only digging a deeper grave for myself. I should have left. I shouldn't have kissed her. I didn't want to be in this situation. I didn't want throw everything Ive made away for one person. Never again. What if the same thing happens again? What if Emma leaves me and breaks my heart worse then it has ever been broken before? Or worse. What if I keep leading her into her own grave? What if she keeps giving everything she has to me only for me to reject her love and leave her with nothing and broken beyond repair? The thought makes me wretch. What if I break her? What if I abandon her and leave her the same way my father left me? What if she gives up everything only to have her soul crushed by empty promises and broken deals? I imagine me in my fathers place and Emma in mine, being let go and thrown away. I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen. I can't let this short affair go on for any longer. I have to leave before I do something else that I can't take back. If I stay all I will give her is a love filled with lies and empty feelings. Emma deserves a happily ever after. Something I can't give her. I am too shattered to give her the love and affection that she craves and deserves. I am just setting her up for an even bigger disappointment if I stay. I might as well kill her if I do that.

I dress my self quietly and step out of the bathroom. Emma is sitting on her stained sofa looking at me curiously.

"Sorry," I apologized, not sure if it was for getting up so abruptly or for everything else. "I need to get back so I can get to work."

Emma nods in understanding, probably not in the mood to turn on her lie detector. "Will you be coming back to the diner tonight?" she asked hopefully with a smile.

I almost break down in front of her when I see her smile. Did I really have the heart to leave her like this? Yes, yes I did. I put on my strongest mask and smiled back at her.

"Of course," I lied. She doesn't say anything, she just nods with a trusting smile. She trusts me. Damn it. She stands up and wraps her arms around my neck. Pressing her lips against mine one last time before I left her life forever. The kiss was brief and sweet. My fingertips brush against her cheeks and I feel the magic beneath my skin. I pull away and hold her face in my hands. I just stare at her face for the longest time. She is so beautiful. So young. So hopeful. And I was going to crush that hope.

"Emma," I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. I want to tell her I love her. I want to tell her Im sorry. I want to kiss her and hold her and never let go. I want to break into sobs and fall to the floor at her feet. But I don't. "Ill see you tonight."

I let my hand fall limp at my sides. She bids me farewell with no knowledge that I have no intention of returning.

Had to listen to a lot of sad music so I could write this chapter. I mostly just listened to the scientist by coldplay over and over again. Who else here is Fudgeing excited!? After months of waiting season two is tonight. Holy S**t! Im going to squeal at every Rumbelle scene. F*** YES!