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DON'T OWN IT. SONG BELONGS TO PARAMORE, CALLED 'AIRPLANES'.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars
I could really use I wish right now wish right now wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars
I could really use I wish right now wish right now wish right now
Henry laid in his new bed, in a new house, with his new family. Even though everything feels strange, he has never felt more at home. He knows this is his family, and finally, he belongs somewhere with people who truly love him. He rolls over and gazes out the window and watches as an airplane flies by, flashing red and blue. He knows it's silly, but still closes his eyes. 'I know you're not a shooting star, but I'm gonna pretend cause right now, I could use a wish. I wish that everything's gonna be okay.' He opens his eyes and the airplane's gone. He rolls onto his back and falls into the first restful slumber he's had in what feels like years.
Snow and Charming have been wrapped in each other's arms for the past hour, not able to get enough of each other. Their window is open (James didn't like the idea of Regina being able to so easily get in, but arguing with his wife was mute) and the soft hum of a nearby airplane floats in. They're both still in awe of flying machines and looks out, their eyes dazzled by the blinking lights.
"I wish", Snow smiles, "That we can take back the kingdom. Again." James laughs
"That's an airplane, Snow." He kisses her forehead.
"I know." This time, she goes for his lips.
"You know what I wish for?" He asks. "I wish that we'll be able to get back to the Enchanted Forest." With that, he pulls the brunette close, needing to feel every square inch of her. He loves the way she perfectly fits against him, and the small content purs she makes. It is hours before either of them fall asleep. For right now, they're both ingoring the fact that he and Kathryn slept here.
After hours of tossing and turning on the small futon of the study, Emma reluctantly throws the blankets off her and onto the floor in a mad rage. She has to take a few calming breaths before standing up to ensure she won't stomp down the hall and wake everyone up. Slowly she stands, and ambulates to Henry's new room. She smiles when she seems him, fast asleep. There was a small smile grazing his lips, too, and she assumes he's dreaming of something good. She doesn't dare go and check on Mary- oh wait, Snow and James. They're most likely still up, she thinks, and probably not because of nightmares or fear. Feeling a little better she goes back to the living room. Just as she's about to lay back down something catches her eye out the window; she thinks of how oblivious the people in that airplane are. She thinks back to that little blue star candle on the cupcake she had bought herself only 7 or so months ago. Resting her forearms on the windowsill, much like she had on the counter (she's trying to recreate this perfectly), she silently wishes. I don't want to be alone anymore. I have a chance, so please help me not to screw it up. She blows out the imaginary candle and opens her eyes. The plane is gone.
SO THIS CHAPTER WAS A LITTLE DIFFERENT. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!