Captain Swan Shots

Balloons

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I was responsible for it all. I didn't take any affection after it happened, I refused. Alone at the docks, I sat on the cold hard ground, starring at the sky that held nothing but darkness- which is what I deserved. They have tried to help my condition, but deep in their hearts, they knew trying to keep me happy was useless. I deserved it is what I've always said to myself for the past three years. My life here was an utter hell. The pain, the constant pain in my head and chest were too unbearable to face alone. This pain was going to take my life soon, I'll just never know how soon. Next week, tomorrow, today; maybe even now.

-Flashback-
"Swan!" I called for her in laughter. She was always so busy taking care of our little twin boys, Colin and Liam who were now at the age of five. Both of our boys had my hair, and her eyes. Their personalities were the only things keeping them apart. Liam loved the ocean and have always wanted to live the life in the Enchanted Forest, and Colin loved music but wanted to live in a modern world where music could be adored by all no matter what your rank in life was.

"I'm coming!" she came walked down the hall, with little Colin on her shoulders, and Liam holding her finger, "Killian, mind coming here for a minute?" She asked me with her serious tone, placing the twins on the black leather couch with their toys.

I raised a brow in curiosity as she pulled me into the kitchen. "What is it, love? Is Colin fighting with Liam over that toy motor boat again?" I joked, but my smile soon faded as she only starred at me with a cold stare, "What were you really doing when you went over to Regina's house last week? Henry was with Snow and David that day, and Robin & Roland were out with me talking about how his life was in New York. There shouldn't have been any reason for you to be there."

I gulped, my eyes dead straight at her's, a drop of sweat about to fall down my face, "Emma, I was drunk so-"

"No." She snapped. Her eyes not leaving mine, but I saw tears threatening to fall, "Drunk or not, you still would've been able to know what you were doing. That's a stupid excuse. Two, if you really were drunk, you wouldn't have known either. You remember, that's just showing me you had complete control of your actions, and you chose to do it anyways. I thought you framing loved me. I was actually stupid enough to believe that Captain Hook loved me. I guess I was wrong."

Gently grabbed her hand, I pleaded, "Please Swan, I promise I'll nev-"

"My stuff as well as the kids' is already packed. Oh don't worry, I haven't told anyone about what happened that day yet, they don't even know. This is our little secret, okay? This is the last promise you'll ever hear. The sad part is, when the town finds out, they'll be a war breaking out. I want you to keep this a secret because you're punishment will be far worse than if you do tell. So be the good little traitor you are and shut up."

It all happened so quickly, too quickly. One second she was in my arms, the next she walks out the door bringing the twins with her. I deserved it; the pain of her leaving I meant, but I never knew how heart breaking the real punishment would be...

David came bursting through my door, clutching his fists, and tears in his eyes. He only had to say three words just to get my heart to break once again, "Emma...Twins...Car...C-Crash...!!"

A week after I found out, I was in the hospital, looking down upon the three beds with three patients; all of them family. The last thing I heard from them all, was the monitor beeps slowing down, turning to nothing but a straight glowing line that judged a person's fait; death. Too fast... Too sudden... Too late...
-Flashback Over-

Once again, alone on the docks. On the ground beneath me, were countless empty bottles of rum, maybe one or two bottles spilled as well. In my hand, was a pen and paper. The pain was just too much. It was like I was drowning, and my feet would be tied to anchors of pure steel. It was my fault they left, my fault they died. It was my fault.

Grabbing the pen, I pulled out a single sheet of paper. I have always though my last words would be me giving parent advice to my fully grown children. Oh, that has so changed. My final words now would anyone who wishes to, telling them about my deceased children and beloved wife, telling them I was about to join them.

So many years, so many dark memories.
So many fears I've now put to ease.
Pain made me do things
I never thought I could do.
Was this all real?
Or just déjà vu?

But now the party's over.
And all the guests are gone.
It was already past my bedtime.
It's already almost dawn.

Just like balloons, I soar on my own.
Finally free from the pain of my home,
and just like balloons that no one will hold,
I'm free from the truth.
that no one will know...

The note was folded neatly into my hand, and the final feeling I had, was a cold steel hook being imbedded into my own empty heart. My final words were hoarse, but heard, "I kept my promise Swan. Just like balloons...no one...will know..."