The Truest Love

Chapter 1: Conflictions and Afflictions

{Emma's POV}
Emma woke up to the light pouring in her bedroom window. She had to squint her eyes to make out her surroundings, and on top of that, managed to have a pounding headache. She had only ever gotten headaches on lack of sleep. Emma turned her head to face away from the window. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly realized she was not alone. Killian's bare back rose and fell as he laid on his stomach clutching his pillow as a child clung to its mother. She let a breath out, relaxing and closing her eyes yet again moving closer to Killian while trying to keep warm. Hook stopped snoring and lifted his head abruptly from the pillow. Squinting his eyes, he saw Emma awake and smiled. He then moved, wrapping one of his arms around her cold shoulder pulling her close to kiss her forehead.

"Good morning, Swan," he yawned in a very deep 'morning voice'.

"Morning," Emma yawned back out of instinct. They were only a few days away from the wedding. Not a lot had happened in Storybrooke since they had captured the villains. For once, the small town was peaceful. All was strangely quiet. Emma couldn't close her eyes due to her perceptive instinct telling her something wasn't right. There was always a crisis in Storybrooke. Her body told her to get up, to investigate something that she may have missed. Once she heard Killian's snore, she pulled his arm up off of her and laid it down at his side gently. Emma softly got out of bed, got dressed, and tip toed to the door. About to close the door, she looking back on the peaceful Killian. He was the cutest sleeper due to the fact he liked to cuddle things: pillows, people, blankets, etc. She heard a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it just a crack.

"Regina? What's wrong?" Opening the door all the way, Emma folded her arms seeing the fluster in Regina's cheeks.

"Emma... I... I didn't know who else to come to." She said holding up a small object.
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{Regina's POV}
Regina woke up that morning sweating immensely from the four covers she was wrapped in. Robin had been "figuring" things out with Marian. He had told Regina that he wanted to be with her, but remained with Marian for the time being, saying it was for Rolland's sake. Regina couldn't help but think about herself. She knew he was in a difficult position, but her heart was in continuous pain. There were reasons she had never opened up to anyone. She had remained a strong, independent woman, and when she exposed the slightest amount of weakness, the effects constricted her until she couldn't breathe. Robin was her weakness. Did she..? Yes. She loved him. There was something on the end of her bed. An object. Her eyes widened as she rushed to grab it and storm out the door to Emma's apartment. She sped down the street and reached Emma's apartment in about five minutes. Emma opened the door.

"Regina? What's wrong?" She asked folding her arms seeing the fluster in her cheeks.

"Emma... I... I didn't know who else to come to." She said holding up a small object. Emma looked at it and her eyes dilated.

"Why was that at your house?" Emma asked pointing at Pandora's box.

"That's what I was gonna ask you. Last I knew you had it, so what is it doing at my house," she questioned her. Emma scrunched her eyebrows. "I'm not sure," she said. With no warning, the box then proceeded to shake and glow making a blaring sound. Emma covered her ears and Regina followed her by dropping the box and shoving her hands over her ears. As soon as the box hit the ground, it exploded with magic.