Hers

Killian's POV

"When I win your heart, Emma, and I'll win it, it won't be because of any trickery. It'll be because you want me" I did as I promised her.

Now she's gone. Again. After all this time trying to win her heart, when I finally do it, she disappears.

I told her once that I was going to think of her every day and I haven't broken that promise. In fact, here I am, looking at that picture we took the last day I saw her, the day when I died, when I was, in a way, resurrected, and I had her in my arms.

I miss her. I miss her so fucking much. Bloody hell.

The first time I had to let her go, she wasn't even mine. We had just kissed once‒it was a hell of a kiss, anyway‒ and I already knew I was falling for her. I practically knew it the day when we climbed the beanstalk. She had something different. Maybe it was her beauty, maybe it was her strength, or maybe it was the way she was looking at me, like a lost girl. We understood each other, we always have.

And right now, I understand why she left the last time. She needed to save us. I've always been trying to show her how powerful and marvelous she is, but she didn't use to believe me. She didn't believe in herself, either. But at some point, she's learned to accept who she is, with her magic and her humanity, her dark and her light sides,... Now she knows she is the savior and she wants to save us all.

She rescued me from the darkness which was increasing in my heart, and now that she isn't with me, all I can think of is rescuing her. I owe it to her. And I need her.

You just don't realize how much it hurts to lose something you love until you lose it. I lost Milah long ago. I can't lose my Swan too. Not just because she is my happy ending, but because of the fact that I can't live without her. Unless you accept as "live" spending your days drinking rum like a bloody condemned.

Then there's the fact that she told me she loved me. Emma Swan fucking told me she loved me. It is not like I couldn't have imagined it, but somehow, hearing it said from her lips, made it real.

Moving the picture to my lips, I kiss her hair trying to imagine that I'm really kissing her and she is here, with me.

"I'll find you, Emma. And then, I'll save you", I whisper to myself, guiding the photo to my heart. Or should I say hers?