"We're going to the grocery store today," Mary Margaret announced from her lounging position in my armchair.

"What? Are you tired of buying my groceries for me?" I said drily.

Mary Margaret looked at me for a second.

"Did you just make a joke?" she asked incredulously. "That's a side of Emma Swan I haven't seen in awhile."

I kept quiet and just stared at her. I knew she was right. But it made me kind of embarrassed that she had pointed it out. Heaven knows I'd been a horrible friend these past few months.

"Anyway," she cleared her throat. "Let's go."

She tossed me a pair of moccasins and stood to go get her own shoes.

"Which store?" I asked nervously.

"Just the small one down the street by five miles," Mary Margaret assured me. "Everyone goes to Walmart nowadays so you'll be fine."

I slid on my shoes and pulled on a sweater over my t-shirt. It was a chilly day outside. Hence, why Mary Margaret and I were inside drinking hot chocolate and watching chick flicks.

"If we run into anyone, I'll run interference for you," she promised, sensing my slight hesitation still.

I grabbed my purse from off the counter and followed her out to her car. I was gently wringing my hands the entire drive to the store. Mary Margaret tried to distract me with music and light conversation, but all I could think about was how much I didn't want to be out of my house. Henry used to come grocery shopping with me. I didn't even need a list. He would always just tell me what we needed. And he would sneak in a few sugary treats for himself. He wasn't that sneaky, but I always enjoyed getting him things he wanted.

When we arrived, Mary Margaret handed me a piece of paper as she walked towards the entrance.

"I made this list for you."

She grabbed a small shopping cart and moved confidently through the store. I paused for a few seconds, staring around me. I looked down at the list, but had trouble focusing on Mary Margaret's elegant hand-writing. I don't know how long I was standing in the produce section before someone lightly touched my elbow and drew my attention.

"Emma?"

I turned my head to find Killian there, looking concerned.

"Yes, sorry," I said quickly. "I was just thinking about what to get."

"You have a list," he pointed out.

"Well, you know I always forget to write things down," I fabricated. "I must look crazy, standing by myself in a store, staring off into space."

I forced a laugh and pretended to examine my list.

"I wouldn't say crazy," Killian said carefully. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I smiled big.

Apparently, my acting skills needed work, because the next moment, I was leaning against the apple display and covering my face while I cried. Killian seemed unsure of what to do. After a second or two of just staring at me, he snatched the list from my hands and perused it.

"Looks like you need some peaches," he said.

He grabbed my arm and led me around the store, getting all of the items I needed. I stopped crying eventually and just watched him as he picked out food for me.

"I think you need some chocolate," he said after reaching the end of the list.

Mary Margaret found us in the chocolate aisle.

"Emma? Did you get everything?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," I insisted. "I just ran into Killian."

"Well that's fun," Mary Margaret said hesitantly.

I think she could tell that I'd been crying. Unfortunately, my face got all puffy and red when I cried. I hated it.

"Well I think I'll go now," Killian said. "I have to get some things and get back to my brother."

He handed me a bar of chocolate and escaped into another part of the grocery store.

"I'm ready if you are," Mary Margaret said diplomatically.

I nodded and followed her to the register. I glanced over my shoulder a few times to see if Killian was in sight. And then I forced myself to stop. I wasn't supposed to care about anyone after Henry. I had learned my lesson the hard way.

So Mary Margaret and I paid for our groceries and drove to my house. I put everything away and then sat on the couch as Mary Margaret left to take her own food home. I clutched the chocolate bar in my hand as I watched some random re-run TV show that was playing. I wasn't happy with the way I'd become, but I didn't see a way out.