Hearts and Heartbreak

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AN: I AM SO SORRY!!!! I am a terrible person for making you wait so long! I HAVE EVEN WORSE NEWS! I won't be able to update for about a week!!!!
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He was standing in the doorway, arms raised in a half surrender. His hair was ruffled, his clothes wrinkled, and there were dark shadows under his eyes.

He still managed to be gorgeous.

How?

She dropped the frying pan in the sink, moving her hands to grip the side of the counter. She ignored the way her heart fluttered at the sight of him standing there after going so long without seeing him.

"Hook." She refused to look at him. Instead she glared at a spot on the counter.

He took a step forward, lowering his hands from their surrendering postition.

"Emma?" His voice was light, hopeful.

She couldn't help it. The sound of her name, the sound of her name on his lips forced her head up. His eyes were tired, but they lit up when they met hers.

It made her chest ache.

This was the moment. Every single cell in her traitorous body was screaming at her to run to him. To throw her arms around him and tell him that she loved him.
That she loved him, she loved him, she loved him.
She needed to tell him. Every bone in her body needed to tell him.

But she stayed put.
Stayed silent.

"Emma?"
He took another step forward, and then another, until he was striding across the room, rounding the counter.

She put her hand out to stop him.

"Don't." her voice was stronger than she had felt for a week, but it still wavered.

He faltered to a stop, eyebrows coming together. She noticed that there was a bruise forming under his jaw, probably from getting knocked out by Rumpelstiltskin. Before he was killed.

Before he was killed.

"Emma? What's wrong?" His voice was urgent, urgent and scared.

She let out a laugh, that bordered on a sob.
She couldn't help it.

"What's wrong?" she mocked, laughing again. "Nothing's wrong, why would anything be wrong!" Her voice cracked on the last word.

"Emma..." He reached out to take her hand in his but she stepped out of his reach.

She might as well have slapped him

"What are you doing here." she asked, her voice somewhere between weary and sharp.

He didn't move, didn't try to come any closer. Didn't try to back away. He just stood there, looking at her. She couldn't bring herself to analyze the look, she didn't want to see the hurt in his eyes. Didnt want to see what she was doing even while she did it.

There was an almost painful stretch of silence before he said,

"They just released me, and I thought I would come see you."

The words hung in the air.

"At 2:00 in the morning."
"I knew you would be awake."
This bothered her.
"No you didn't." She accused.

His small smile was only half amused.

"The light was on Love, you can tell if someone is awake from down the street."

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