Snow didn't want to breathe any longer. The pain she felt was utterly unbearable. She just wanted it to be over, it all to be over. She wanted the guilt, the shame, the regret and the utter hopelessness that plagued her to be over. The fact that her own daughter's relationship with her true love was in turmoil because of her made her feel unbelievably guilty. The fact she couldn't save Regina from all the pain Jefferson caused her haunted her. She blamed herself.

She just wanted the pain to end. She had to stop the pain no matter it cost. She sat up from the bed in the middle of the night, walking to get a pen and notebook paper.

Charming,

I can't go on like this. I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me. I just can't do this anymore. I can't live like nothing happened. I feel pain every day. I think about Jefferson every day, every waking moment and I don't know how I'll ever move on. I can't even sleep without having a nightmare. I can't even look at my granddaughter knowing I'm a failure. I have to do this for all our sakes. You deserve someone that won't willow in depression. I have to do this for you. Your life would be much better without me. Don't try to help me, David. Because the fact is you can't help. Take care of Neal and tell Emma I love her. I love you. I love you more than anything. I just don't think I can go on living. David, you have to let me go. You all do.

Snow

She now took one last glance at Neal and then Charming, both fast asleep. "I'm sorry but I have to do this." She walked out the door, knowing exactly where she would go. She had this incredible urge to go back to that house; the house that she was trapped in for a year. She took her car and drove all the way there which was only about ten minutes away. She got out, looking back at the mansion. The front door was not budged closed anymore but that was the only change. It still looked dark and she couldn't see anything inside from all the windows being bolted down with metal. She walked slowly through the unlocked front door. There was still blood stains all over from where he hurt her and Regina. She walked over to the dining table and then to the living room, peering at the drops of blood soaked into the carpet. She walked over toward the basement stairs and went down them. She continued to walk downward into the dark basement. The musty smell of blood grew. When she turned the light on, she held her breath. She saw what haunted her. The stained dried blood of her, Regina's, and Jefferson's on the cement floor, walls, and chains. She wept as she traced the marks of blood on the ground until she found the knife in the corner. Mary Margaret picked the blood stained dagger up and went back to up to the main floor. When she got to ground level, she paced up the steps to the second level. She traced her own drops of blood to her room, and opened the door to see the carpet soaked with her own blood. She walked in, slowly got on her bed, laid down, and grasped the knife in her hand. She wept uncontrollably.

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Day 365:

Snow White held her granddaughter in her arms, which reminded her of her own baby, Neal and how badly she wanted him back.

After a few minutes, Snow said goodbye to the baby as Emma took it from her. Then, Emma went down stairs. Jefferson sat on the couch and ushered her to give him his daughter. Emma sat on the couch with him and had him hold his baby. He smiled as he held his daughter. She noticed the gun in his pocket so she sat beside him as his attention was focused on the baby. She suddenly had a thought creep up on her. If he fully let his guard down, she could get the gun. "We are finally a family. We will forever be a family." Jefferson smiled at his daughter and then at Emma.

Emma made a fake smile. She knew she had to distract him to get out of here. "Yes, we are Jefferson." She still felt terrible for deceiving him though.

"You know I can't believe I'm saying this but for months you were right."

"About what?"

"You asked me why I kept Regina alive and for months it was because of wanting her not to leave so I could continue to treat her badly. It was as you said." He sighed. "But I realized the day Hope was born and she had a choice to kill me and she didn't. I hadn't realized she changed. She has suffered enough. I'm too hard on her. I will treat her better now. I'll change."

Emma smiled genuinely. "I'm glad to hear that." She paused. "I love you." It was the first time she ever told him that and she hoped he didn't spot the clear lie.

Instead, he smiled back and told her. "I love you too, Emma." He said as he inched his body closer. She leaned in to kiss him in an effort to fully distract him. She kissed him, pushing her lips against his. She felt him kissing back hungrily.

In that second, she grabbed the baby, and then the pistol from his pocket. She pointed the gun toward him and backed away instantly.

He seemed confused as she said those words. "Emma, I don't understand."

"I have to be with Killian. I love him." He stood up as he watched her sway the gun at him, barely able to keep her baby balanced in her left arm. "I'm truly sorry, Jefferson." She repeated as tears formed in her eyes. She could hear was her daughter crying as she shot the gun into his side.

He cringed in pain as the bullet hit. "Wait! Please! I thought you loved me!" She thought his voice would be filled with anger but instead he seemed heartbroken.

She replied. "I don't. I'm sorry but this is the way it has to be. I love Hook." She frantically ran out the back door and outside. Emma now ran as fast as she could with the baby in her arms and one hand grasping the pistol.