He's dead- part 2
HeidiLK asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch1959 "He's dead" where Emma and Snow open up to each other and grieve over Charming's death.
Snow had tried her best to get through to Emma. She had tried every way she could possibly think of to get Emma to see that Charming's death was not her fault, but she had just completely shut down since the death. It had gotten even worse after the funeral. Snow couldn't take it. Her heart was breaking between missing her husband and wanting to help her daughter. She was trying to split her focus on both and it just wasn't working. For tonight, Snow was trying to put her own grief aside and focus on getting through to her daughter. She headed up to Emma's bedroom.
"Emma?" She asked. "Can I come in." There was no response. Snow was half expecting that. She opened her bedroom door and saw Emma curled up on her bed, facing away from her. Snow came over and sat on the edge of Emma's bed.
"Please Emma." Snow pleaded. "Please, come back to me. It wasn't your fault."
"It was." Emma said quietly. "Dad is dead because of me. You should hate me." Snow reached out and placed her hand on Emma's shoulder.
"Emma, it wasn't your fault. It was an accident. You couldn't have known. Besides, I could never hate you. I just wish I could take this pain away from you."
"Well you can't." Emma wailed, the tears starting to flow freely down her cheeks. "You can't because dad's dead! He's gone and he's never coming back!" Emma gave into her tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Snow couldn't take it anymore. She had tried giving Emma space but that clearly wasn't working. She gathered Emma's torso up into her arms, holding her head close to her.
"I know." Snow said. "I know Em. Let it all out." Snow wished she could tell her daughter that everything would be ok, but how could she? She knew how Emma was feeling and wasn't sure anything would be ok ever again. Emma pulled back.
"How can you tell me to let it all out when you haven't cried once since it happened?" Emma questioned her. Snow stayed silent. "I may not exactly have been close since…since it happened. But I've been downstairs often enough for me to know that you haven't cried at all. So how can you tell me to let it all out when you haven't?" Snow blinked. She hadn't been expecting that.
"I can't grieve for him right now Emma. I can't grieve for him until I know you and Henry are ok." Snow told her. Emma saw right through that. Henry was of course grieving, but he was a lot more stable than his mom.
"Mom, I'm not going to get over this any time soon if I ever get over it at all. You need to grieve before I'm better. You need to say goodbye." Snow's bottom lip quivered as she looked at her daughter.
"I think you should take your own advice, sweetheart." Snow said gently. "You need to say goodbye too." Emma sat up, wiping her eyes.
"Ok." She croaked. "I'll start to say goodbye, but only if you do too." She said. Snow nodded. Emma was right. She couldn't be helping through the grieving process if she wasn't going through it herself. Snow reached out and placed her hand on Emma's cheek, her eyes moist. A single tear slipped out of her eye and started rolling down her cheek. It was time to say goodbye.
