Open Wounds | Captain Swan

15. Your Silver Lining

"Who the hell are you?!" Killian shouted at the strange looking man, bringing his face close to his within a matter of seconds. "And what are you doing with my girlfriend?!" He attempted to be imitating with a slight raise of his fashioned eyebrows, and seemed to have succeeded when Walsh swallowed a soft whimper.

"Girlfriend?" His voice was trembling, almost like his tongue had been frozen by ice cream. "Last time I checked she was single." He defended himself smartly as Emma watched the two men argue verbally - which probably wouldn't remain that way for long - with a horrified face expression plastered across her features.

Killian's mouth opened and words were ready to flee his throat, but Emma stopped him quickly before his Irish accent could invade the gloomy atmosphere. Her hand covered his mouth, muffling his anger as she warned him with a look that could've easily killed him too before turning back to Walsh.

"Can you give us a moment, please?" She kindly asked and Walsh relaxed his clenched fists before whipping around and walking into the house, registering his level of anger by slamming the door with a high amount of force.

"Oh, so now you're going to make time for me?!" He yelled in a whisper, not wanting to entertain the whole neighbourhood with their argument.

"I'm sorry, okay?!" She said, panicking because she had no idea what to tell him. "I never planned for any of this to happen." Her weak voice made its way to his ears, echoing.

"If you didn't plan for this to happen, then why did you run away from your live?" He looked at her with his sparking, glistening puppy eyes that made her heart melt by only their beauty itself. "From me." He added quietly, only moments later.

"I don't know." It seemed like a lame excuse, but the fact that she sounded so sincerely and he could read her like an open book.

"Well, guess what, Swan." His anger started to boil up again in the valley of his heart. "It's time to stop running."

"You think I don't know that?!" She couldn't help but start shouting herself again too. "Yes, I run away. That's how I've always survived, but believe me, I want this to work." Tears gathered in her eyes, sending a pricking pain when she went beyond limits to keep them behind her eyes. "I want us to work. I want to stop running."

"What has changed your mind?" He asked gently as both sat down on the steps in front of her house.

"You," She offered him a semi-smile, threading their fingers together and resting them on his thigh as she scooted closer. "You came here with another dashing attempt to win me back and I just." She trailed off, feeling her walls built up again as she desperately tried to keep him secured inside her heart.

"Hey," He squeezed her shaky hand, grabbing her full attention back within a split second. "It's okay, Love. Just tell me what's wrong?"

She sighed, leaning her temple on his shoulder as she cuddled into his side. "It's hard to answer that question when you feel like nothing is right." She admitted.

She felt him chuckle by the vibrating of his shoulder. "You think that's funny?" She asked a bit offensively, looking up to take a glance at him.

"Oh, no, Swan." He slid his arms around her waist, helping her to sit in his lap so he could calm her easily. "It's entertaining that after three years of knowing me you still think you can fool me." He explained, but it only dissolved into a confused Emma. "Have I ever left you when you confessed something to me?" She shook her head. "Hurt you intentionally?" She shook her head again, feeling a bit ashamed that he did all those sweet things and she just kept pushing him away. "Then what's the thing you fear? What's the thing blocking your true beauty to be exposed?" She shrugged. "Why do you keep pulling away from me? Is it because you don't trust me?"

"Is that what you think this is all about, that I don't trust you?" She backed away a few inches in order to see his full face.

"Isn't that what it's about?" His time was so unusual it sounded almost sarcastically, but they knew each other longer than today and he was being bloody serious.

"Of course I trust you!" She yelled, sounding like an angry five year old, she only missed the overdramatic stamp with we foot.

"Then why do you keep pulling away from me?" The tears welled in her eyes and both knew it. Her makeup was definitely going to be ruined after this, but caring about it was a whole other story.

"Because I can't keep a relationship!" She shouted, rather surprised when he gathered her into his arms and nuzzled his head deep into her hair. She hesitated to hug him back once again, but she must admit, his embrace felt so assuring.

"I'm sorry." He apologized nervously, scratching behind his ear like he tended to do when he was nervous. "I just needed to hold you for a moment."

"It's okay, I found myself stuck with the same need." She laughed, scooting back closer into his encouraging arms as she rested her head on his muscular chest.

"You can keep a relationship alive though, just so you know." He fidgeted with the edge of her navy-blue sweater that looked ridiculously perfect on her.

"No I can't." She denied. "I push everyone I love away, hurt everyone, and even if it's not always my intention. That doesn't take away the pain it causes. I don't need people to ruin my happiness; I destroy it quite well on my own."

"I'm still here aren't I?" He pointed out smartly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I love that you have walls. I love to break them down and that you take more shelter in my embrace each time you break down. You're different than the average human being, but does that automatically make you different? No, it doesn't. It makes you special. Because you, my love, are smarter and wiser than most people and that is a true gift. I know it may be hard sometimes because almost everyone is super superficial lately, but that's why I'm here. You're devilishly handsome boyfriend who will go to the end of the world for you...or time."

"What did I do to deserve you?" She unintentionally spoke out loud, blushing when she figured out Killian had heard.

"Every cloud has a silver lining." He cupped both her cheeks with mascara stains spread across them. "You're childhood was the cloud and once you found me it vanished almost completely and was replaced by me, the silver lining." Was all she allowed him to say before crashing her lips onto his.

His arms wrapped so tight around her she feared a bruise may appear on her back in the next morning, but if that meant kissing Killian she would gladly suffer. His hands gripped her blonde locks tightly, entangling them together. She wrapped her legs around his waist so she was straddling him, but were interrupted by a rustling bush in the distance.