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chapter twenty-four - murder on the dancefloor
ophelia muttered to herself as she walked back towards the others. why was she such an idiot? she kissed hook when he admitted he was looking for something more. she kissed him when she wasn't sure if she wanted it back.
it was dumb.
so dumb.
and selfish.
her stomach twisted as she reached the others.
neal decided to comment on her quiet muttering. "i know you're a bit off the deep end but now you're talking to yourself?"
she sent him a sarcastic smile as hook reached them. "you're not dead, like we thought but keep on talking to me like that, and you will wish you were. and you know i can make your life a living hell, bitch."
"ophelia," emma scolded.
"yeah, ophelia," neal mocked.
ophelia glared, grabbing a rock from the ground and throwing it at neal. he managed to dodge.
"i will murder you, you lying, mediocre-looking, small penised wanker," she growled. "at least i didn't leave my pregnant girlfriend because pinocchio told me to."
"at least my girlfriend didn't die."
her gaze settled into a glare. "i'd avoid sleeping in my company if i were you neal. i can and i will cut off something very important to you. like both of your arms and legs."
mary margaret grabbed her wrist, pulling her back as she saw she was ready to fight him.
"okay, instead of doing that why don't we walk ahead?" she suggested, pulling the smaller woman along. once they were out of earshot, they slowed down. "what's the matter?"
"apart from revealing my deepest darkest secret to everyone, i kissed hook again and now i'm confused and an idiot," she rambled.
"whoa, slow down."
"i kissed hook again and i'm an idiot," she groaned. "and i'm talking to my technical mom about it."
"sweetie, you're not an idiot. you like him, so you kissed him," she comforted.
"but he basically told me he was falling in love with me or whatever and i kissed him, which probably gave him the idea that i felt the same way. like, sure, i like him but i thought until then he just wanted into my pants. i'm an idiot and a bitch."
mary margaret stood in front of her, stopping them both in their tracks, "you are not a bitch or an idiot. you are a woman who likes a man and decided to kiss him. The kiss doesn't mean you're in love with him, it means you're willing to try something."
ophelia nodded. she was still internally scolding herself and freaking out, but she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"now, keep breathing, and stop calling yourself names."
