How is it you? (Henry Mills)

Part 3 Chapter 39

*Annalynn's POV*

After things settled down last night, Christian came to sleep with me. I was worried I wouldn't be able to sleep due to all the blood and gore of the day. But it turns out I was way more tired then I had realized and fell asleep the second my head hit his chest.

When I awoke this morning he was already up, staring at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" My voice groggy. The amount of sleep I got probably wasn't enough.

"You were talking in your sleep." His browns came closer with worry. "You kept apologizing. For what; I have no clue."

I knew why. There's only one reason. When he noticed the look on my face change he held me tighter. "What are you not telling me?"

"Nothing...I guess I just didn't get the chance to mention it yesterday with everything going on." I sit up, placing a hand over his heart. Suddenly that action means entirely different then what it used to be. I lower my hand to his abdomen. "Remember when we are in the town square at Aurora's castle and that fortune teller lady talked to me?"

"Mhm." He starts to caress my shoulder with his middle finger.

"Well...she told me the potion Rumple gave my mom had the makeup of many people with many different powers. It's possible all power lives within me, and my seeing is just the most dormant power."

"If you worked enough would you be able to do other things?"

"Yes," I sigh, looking away. "Because that's why I'm sorry. We had no other choice; Nathan's parents would have outed me. So I pretended to be sick and needed the doctor to lie for me." I shake my head. "I didn't even give him the option of helping first. I should have."

"Anna." He tries to get me to look at him, holing himself up more now.

"I practiced with Oliver for a while and figured it was possible. I have magic...like Regina magic. I took out the doctors heart." My voice cracks at the admission. "I should have given him a choice, Christian! I didn't give him the option!" Tears start to fall. He takes me in his arm and hold me, rocking with me.

"Anna, look at me." He pleads a few times. Finally I do, unable to see him though my blurry tears. He waits for them to fall before wiping them away so I can see him clearly. He begins in a soft tone. "I always new you were magic. You having magic, having powers, doesn't define who you are. You did what you had to do, and the fact that you feel so bad provers how amazing of a person you truly are. How pure your heart still is."

"I used dark magic, my heart has been blackened." I protest.

"I want proof."

"What?" I sniffle.

"I want proof. Take out your heart and show me where it went black." I've never seen him so serious.

"Christan-"

"I won't take no for an answer. I truly believe your heart is pure and I need you to believe it too."

"Why?"

"Because I refuse to let you walk around feeling like this. Show me your heart."

I sniffle again, nodding. Mainly because my stubbornness has gotten the best of me and now I'm going to prove him wrong. So I plunge my hand into my chest, once again feeling the coldness and then the heat from my heart. Doing this has become too ease. Once I feel it, grabbing began to become painful, but I yanked anyways. The sound of it fills outs ears. I hold it out without looking at it. If it is blackened, I don't want to see. There is silence for a seconds, and then a huff.