AN: Hello again my amazing readers! I want to thank you all so much for taking the time to read my little story, and thank you again and again for all the votes, follows and wonderful comments!
1k views!!! When I logged on yesterday to see that I think I might have died from happiness. So this is me, little miss reader's ghost writing to you from the grave.
I needed to make up for the wait time, and the cliffhanger, so I made this chapter much longer than usual, though I think I might make a habit of it.
Hook was off the bed and on his feet before Emma could do anything but blink. One of his hands was suddenly vice like on her forearm and the other was cupping her face in his hand.
But God, his face. He was looking at her like the world was crumbling beneath their feet. He was looking at her with so much pain in his eyes.
He was shaking his head frantically, squeezing his eyes shut, both hands now on my forearms.
"No. No. No. NO." his voice cracks, and he lets out a sob. An actual heart, wrenching soul crushing sob. A broken sound that has her in a puddle on the floor. His eyes are still shut, and he puts his head in his hands, resting his forehead on my forearms. His behavior is terrifying.
Hi behavior makes no sense whatsoever, but God. He is alive.
He is alive. And all she wants to do is throw herself into his arms but she can't.
She can't because her hands are still captured in his.
"Emma. You can't be here." his voice is frantic and horrified and scared. "You can't be here!"
His words make no sense, but his eyes do. Everyone was always so impressed with how well they could read each other. At first she had took it for granted, she had always been able to understand what people were thinking. But after a while, she discovered how well he could read her too, and that was something new. No one had ever gotten past her wall, not since Neal. No one had ever been able to take one look at her face and know exactly what she was thinking. Not until Hook. Her mother had joked that they were both telekinetic after one incident at the dinner table when Emma had barely looked up and Hook had responded with 'No there's no more raspberry ice cream Henry finished it.' Another time, her father had scoffed and asked if they wanted to share their conversation while they had been having a completely silent argument over what they were going to order for dinner that night.
So Emma only has to take one look at his eyes to know what is going on in his head.
And her heart breaks for him.
He thinks he's dead. He thinks he's dead and this is some sort of afterworld and that the only reason that she could be here would be that she was dead too.
"You can't be here. You're not supposed to be here. You can't." He is stammering now and his hands are letting go of her arms and he's backing away, fingers running through his hair.
"Killian!" she stumbled forward and locks her hands on the sides of his face. Focuses his eyes on hers.
"Killian, you're alive. You're alive. We're both-" she lets out a delirious sort of laugh "We're both alive!"
The amount of surprise on his face makes her heart ache again. He really thought he was gone. He knew what he was getting into when he volunteered to go in her place, he knew he was walking to his death and now that he's awake he was ready to accept the fact that it was over.
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