The Power of the Truth

Chapter 2

August's POV

When I left dinner with Emma and Hook and got to my room in the back of Granny's, I felt a sharp pain in my left leg and it started shaking. I limped over to my bed, sat down, lifted up my pant leg and saw that up to my knee was wood.

Emma was right. I hate not telling her that I like her! I just can't find the courage to do it.

I changed out of my normal outfit and into a t-shirt and boxers.

I fell back on my bed and went right to sleep, trying to ignore the lack of feeling in my leg.

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I woke up with a sharp pain in my leg. I didn't even bother to see how far the wood spread.

I sat up and looked at my alarm clock. It's 5:45. I got a job at Granny's and we open at 7:00, but Granny asked me to be there at 6:30, so I only woke up fifteen minutes early.

I laid back down and thought about how to gather up the courage to tell Emma and Hook.

Wait, maybe I don't have to tell them. Maybe I can get Rumpelstiltskin to help me. I know that it will cost me, but I'm ready to pay the price.

I'm so embarrassed by my feelings. I'm not blind, I see how Killian looks at her, and how she looks at him, especially after they got back from their trip to the Enchanted Forest. She might not know it yet, but she loves him.

And if I can make that realization easier for her by not telling her how I feel, then I'm going to do that. Of course, it hurts, but I ultimately want her to be happy, even if it isn't with me. And, Hook is a great guy. He's come a long way from the vengeful pirate he used to be. If I had to see Emma be with someone besides me, I'd choose him. Not only that, but he's my best friend in the whole world besides Emma. I'll be happy for them when that time comes.

Now, that doesn't mean that I won't fight for her, just in secret. I will everyday because I believe there's still a chance for us. Before Hook came along, the two of us had a relationship that could have grown into a romantic relationship of we had the chance. I truly believe that and think that that could still be there.

But, in the end, the best man will win.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I groaned and got up. I walked over to my alarm clock and turned it off.

I changed out of my t-shirt and shorts and into jeans and a somewhat dress-y blue shirt.

I got some breakfast to go and ate it on the way to the restaurant.