So Sorry for the Delay! My computer had a virus so I could not get to the file, but now it's fixed so YAY! I feel really bad about this, but you're not gonna get the next chapter for at least a week because I'm gonna be at my condo in Maine which means great inspiration, but terrible wifi. ugh. Sorry ): Well, at least this chapter is over 1000 words. Lucky you! This is an Emma based chapter. I hope you enjoy! (and thanks to Skyeward MusicLover, Andria, and Zerousy for leaving reviews last chapter!)

Past: New York City, New York

Emma's phone vibrated again. She groaned. Couldn't it tell she was asleep? She glanced at the screen. She groaned again. Really?

It was Johnathan. Johnathan who kept telling her to call him Johnny and kept texting her to call him. But only if tonight didn't work. And this is why you never tall a one night stand where you live. Or let him into your apartment. She had been so drunk. How? Killian never let her get wasted like that. Oh, Killian. The morning after her night with Johnny she had the worst hangover of her life. She missed him.

She didn't even know how she thought 'Johnny' would be a good partner in bed. He was one of the worst. It felt like it was his first time, but it was obvious that it wasn't. Killian never would have pushed her into something she didn't want. Oh, Killian. She had woken up in so much pain only to find that he was a one night stand without the decency to leave. She missed Killian so much.

Present Day: The Jolly Roger, Surrounding Neverland Waters

"A necklace?"

"I don't have it anymore,"

"What about the letter?"

"It was completely devoid of emotion. I got rid of it right after I read it."

"I'm sorry Emma,"

"It doesn't matter, not anymore."

"Are you sure about that? I think you should talk to him. He seems to feel the same way as you."

Emma looked at her quizzically. With one last pat on the back Mary Margaret left her alone.

Past: New York City, New York

It had been three weeks since she had seen his face last. She needed to see him. And they needed to talk. She couldn't do this anymore. She did need him. She was getting really tired of creepy Johnny showing up at her place on any given night without her even knowing.

Was she really going to give in? She stood outside of Kelly's. Yes, yes she was. If it meant getting another chance at whatever this was with him then she would come back and give in a million times. They could get past those arguments and the fear. They could do this.

Emma took a deep breath and entered the tavern. She was shocked. It was almost six and no matter what day it was Kelly's was always filled to the brim with customers by this time. So why was it practically empty? There were three guys sitting at the bar and only Kyle was behind it serving. Where was everyone?

It didn't matter. She only needed to find one person. She only needed to find Killian.

She walked quickly across the room with her head down, not wanting anyone to notice her. As she took the first step up the stairs Kyle called out, having seen her.

"Em- liza!" he almost slipped up her name.

She ignored him and just raced up the old stairs to Killian's small apartment. To their small apartment.

The door was open. She braced herself out in the hallway. Taking a deep breath she stepped inside.

She found the living room almost exactly as she had left it. It was just missing some of her own things. It all looked the same, but everything was unusually quiet. There was no hum of the fridge. No static from the radio. No soft sound of Killian singing. Something was wrong. Emma walked around the coffee table, but stopped mid-step with a gasp.

There was shattered glass all over the floor in front of the bookcase. She stared at the ground where the glass was and tried to step over it. That didn't belong there.

"Killian," she called out, worried. "Killian, darling, please," she yelled as she walked through the apartment searching the empty rooms for him. "Jones?" There was no response and she found that every room was empty. She collapsed to her knees and felt a few tears slip down her cheeks. "Killian," she whispered, her voice cracking.

"He's gone," said a rough voice from the doorway behind her. The voice was male and sounded unused. "And he's not coming back."

Emma wiped her wet cheeks and slowly stood up before turning around. "Dirk?" he was leaning on the door frame, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. There were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't gotten much sleep. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly.

"Jones. He left a couple of weeks ago. The old man says he won't return."

Emma felt a fresh wave of panic wash over her. He was gone? How? Why?

"Oh," Dirk started, catching Emma's attention. He staggered to the other side of the room and pulled an envelope out from the waste bin. "You're- Eliza, right?" Dirk had learned her real name, but Emma wasn't going to argue- he was probably too drunk to think straight. She simply nodded. "Here." He shoved the envelope into her hand. "He asked me to give it to you. The bastard- Jones." He stood there a minute, but then took a drink from the bottle, nodded once at her, and left.

Emma raised an eyebrow at his back. He was supposed to give it to her- that definitely explained why it was in the trash. She looked down at the paper in her hands and her eyes widened. It read 'Eliza Swanson' on the front of the envelope in Killian's distinctive handwriting. Emma quickly opened it to get to the letter, tears springing to her eyes. She read the note once, twice, three times. Until her tears blurred her sight so much that she no longer could read it.

She tore up the paper and rushed out of the apartment. She collided with Kyle who had come up to find her. He gripped her forearms. "Emma, Emma, listen to me,"

She shrugged him off and pushed the scraps of paper towards him. "I'm sorry Kyle, but I can't" She kept crying and ran down the back stairway out to the street. It was just like the night that had ruined it all.

I hope you liked Chapter 14! I'll get the next chapter up here as soon as I can! Only one more chapter left and then the epilogue. I've really enjoyed writing this and I hope all of you have liked reading it! Follow or Favorite! Review? (reviews make my muse happy and then it does a little interpretive dance)