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Emma began to pace wildly outside the door. When she learned visitors were allowed to visit Henry, she had hopped in her car immediately and driven over.
Now instead of running through the door and barging in to see her dying son, Emma was walking frustratedly outside his door.
Why wasn't she next to Henry right now, you ask? Emma was asking herself the same thing.
Then she realized it. Ever since she had found that necklace, something inside of her had ticked. Almost like a gear that hadn't worked right for years suddenly fixed.
To be honest, she was irked. The idea of that was unsettling to her, and being the stubborn person she was, Emma refused to believe.
Slowly clenching her fists at how stupid she had been, (the curse had existed, how else could of Henry collapsed when what he ate wasn't poisoned with normal poisoners?) Emma realized she was holding the same necklace that had been the first to even get an inkling of her to believe.
After calming down, she reread the now tearing and yellowing (at least yellowing more) paper, Emma decided to do the right thing. She would see Henry.
The real reason she had been hesitant to enter that room was because of one thing.
She knew what Henry's hopefully-not-last wish would be.
For her to break the curse.
Now, don't get her wrong, she loved Henry. After reading that letter, Emma wanted her to break it too. She just didn't have that type of confidence.
So what if when she sees Henry he asks her to do that? Any mother should see her son at a time like this.
If Emma knew one thing about herself, it was this: she would never be able to live with the guilt of not compiling to Henry's plea.
Anyhow, once that door opened, Emma's heart melted. Any reluctance forgotten, she barged right in.
As much as she didn't like it, she was letting her walls crumble down. "Oh, Henry!" She murmured, part mad at her son for leaving her, and part sad because he looked so alone and vulnerable.
She knew that in fairy tales the way to save the dying person was true love's kiss. Maybe... just maybe she could do that for Henry.
With one final look at the letter in her sweaty palm, thinking if that was possible Emma could easily save him, she dove in for her last attempt to fix things.
So what gave Emma the power to break the curse once and for all, wasn't her sick son, her all powerful desire for it to break, or even her want for loving parents, but the same necklace she had found when she needed comfort the most.
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