Disclaimer: *mutters* I WISH I owned this show...
"If you were to jump off a cliff right now,
My only regret would be not being the one to push you off."
~A book that Mrs Killian Jones hopes to one day get published.
{Emma opens the door to a completely wrecked looking Killian.
"Killian, I-"
"Your father's debt has been repaid. I have no need of you now. Leave."}
"W-what?" Emma stutters.
Killian clenches his jaw, and his knuckles look white. "Leave," he says.
She stares at him , still confused.
He sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair. "Get out. Scram. Vamoose. Shoo. Skedaddle." He takes in a shaky breath. "Get. Out."
Emma feels her eyes begin to burn, trying to hold back tears, and Killian looks away.
"Fine."
With a humph, she spins on her heel and angrily grabs her old clothes in a bundle, and walks out.
...
Killian sits on the floor, and stares at his mirror. He watches Emma, as she storms down hallways, swatting at invisible winds, and yelling curse words that would put a sailor to shame. He watches and feels a pang in his gut. He knows it's stupid, that he told her to leave and should be happy that she listened to him, but now he feels...empty.
He wants to keep the mirror.
Be able to watch Emma.
To look at her all the time.
Admire her silently.
Far away.
Where he can never hurt her.
And she can never hurt him.
But he still wants to see her face, her beautiful face. How could he live without it?
But he doesn't want to see her move on.
He glances at her location, stands up, and bolts out the door.
...
"LASS! LASS, WAIT!"
Emma turns around, because, as per usual, she can't turn away from him.
"What?" She tries to spit it out, to tell him how angry she is, but it comes out helpless, lost, and full of the hope that he wont send her away.
"I-I-I." He stops abruptly, and hands her the mirror and rose. "You forgot these. Wouldn't want you to have to come back and get them later on."
"Fine." This time she spits it out, angry and bitter, just like she means to.
And with that, she walks out of the castle, and into the dark.
...
Killian stares at the door she didn't bother to close. A freezing wind enters, and his answering winds battle it off into the night.
He gets up.
It's too cold.
He starts to walk, anywhere, really.
He ends up in her room.
Her old room.
Her window is open, letting in a draft.
It's too cold.
But he burns.
...
A/N:
Well.
That was angsty.
And late.
Sorry bout that. I'm lame, dont hate me. :(
Anyhoo, just like to shoutout to some specific followers (Ya'll know who you are) :
I LOVE YOU GUYS FOR REVIEWING SO FREQUENTLY.
You know you have the best followers when you can have full blown conversations about weird crap :)
Stay perfect all.
A glance into the next chapter: Baelfire returns, David and Emma reunite, and Killian's MONSTER is revealed.
Hugs and Kisses and Crazy Old Ladies (Liv),
~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood