Inspired by the newest BTS pic of Ginny.
The battle was over. The Wicked Witch was gone. But she had left a path of devastation and death behind her.
Neal.
He was gone. Forever. And the guilt was nagging at her. She had told him she had wished he would be really dead and now he was. And this time he wouldn't come back. Never.
She pressed her eyes shut, walking blindly forward, not caring that she stumbled over the uneven ground. The tears were threatening to spill over and she feared once she let them fall they would never stop.
She stumbled over a rock, her arms flailing as she saw herself already hit the ground face first but then an arm pulled her backwards, pressing her against a warm body. A body she recognized immediately, a scent that enveloped her, wrapping around her like a warm blanket.
"Careful, Swan." His lilting voice brushed over her.
Like always he was there. Right by her side.
She leaned into him for a second before she pulled back but she couldn't let go of him completely. Her hand brushed against his and she slipped her fingers through his, gripping them hard, needing to feel him, needing to know she wasn't alone.
The dark of the night was lightening up with each passing minute as they were walking silently along the path. The sun was rising behind them, casting their shadows in front of them, the air was still brisk, their breaths puffing out in white clouds and somehow in the silent of this early morning Emma felt new hope rise in her chest.
She was not alone anymore.
Her fingers tightened around his hand and she tilted her head, her mouth curving up into a soft smile as she met his blue eyes.
She had him.