It was always you // discontinued

Peaceful

(Emma's POV)

Father has lead me to a room with a white door, a room I hardly ever have been in.
I'm scared to see what lies beyond this door.
I don't know if I'm ready to face whatever it is.

Killian seems to sence my discomfort, he grabs my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. It's a kind gesture, but it certainly isn't comforting me. Nothing is.

My hand hovers over the curved handle, and then, a minute later, I push down the door handle and the door slowly opens.

It's just a room, like you'd expect. But it's different. It has a sad air about it. A depressing feeling.

The completely white room is mostly empty, aside from a closed window, a night stand, and a bed.

On top of the bed is something I never wished I would see.

There she is. A beautiful pale face and long smooth black hair. Her pink lips are forming the slightest smile and she looks peaceful. I stare at the space between her stomach and chest, that's when it's confirmed. She's too peaceful. She's not breathing.

The treacherous tears are back, burning my eyes more than they ever have. The cursed water droplets roll down my cheek and hit my mouth, giving my tongue a bitter taste of salt. My knees start to buckle and I can't hold myself up anymore, I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me to keep me upright, but I fight against them. I fall to the ground with the arms still holding me, so the fall doesn't hurt. I sit here, on the hard ground, sobbing my heart out. The pain is unbearable. It's never been this hard to breath, I don't remember a time I cried more than this.

Just when I thought everything was perfect, the devil had to play his part and take the life of my mother.

"Emma..." Killian's soft voice says. It's distant, I can hardly hear him as his voice drowns in my cries. I can tell he's trying to comfort me, but I don't see why he would do that, it's to no use.

My mother, she's dead.

(Killian's POV)

Emma and I have been sitting on the floor for a solid three hours.  A servant notified her father that he was needed elsewhere. There was no possible way I was going to leave Emma here alone after what she had just seen; her deceased mother.

I've been holding onto her this entire time, with no desire to let go. Her tears have soaked through my sleeve, and my heart breaks for her. Her cries calmed after the first couple of hours and now, all I can hear is her steady breathing. I look down at the beautiful princess in my arms, her eyes are closed and her face has streaks of dried up tears marking it.

I gently pick her up, bridal style, hoping to not wake her up. Lord knows she needs this sleep.  Luckily, I remember where her room is and I take her there. Surprisingly, she doesn't wake up within the time I carry her. When we reach her room, we enter and I close the door with my foot, which makes a sound. I quickly look at her, and see that she's still sleeping. I then place her on her soft bed, looking down at her sweet face.
I sit next to her on the bed, leaning my back against the pillows, some would call this inappropriate, but under these certain circumstances I could care less.
I gently caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch as she sleeps.
I soon find my eyes growing heavy, and I fight the urge to sleep until I can't handle it anymore. My eyes close until all I can see is darkness and I drift off into a deep sleep, next to the most beautiful and perfect woman I have ever laid eyes upon.

Five hours later

When I open my eyes, the room is dark. It must be nighttime now. It's not completely dark though, the moonlight shines through the room, illuminating the blonde princess. She's still asleep. We've both moved positions upon falling asleep, I'm now fully laying on the bed, and her head somehow found its way to my chest in her sleep, because that's where it's resting right now. She's also facing me, with her hand laying on my stomach. For some reason, this just feels so perfect. It could be because of exhaustion, but it truly feels wonderful. I only wish her mother's death didn't have to be the reason why we're laying together now.  

"You're so beautiful..." I whisper, looking down at her as I carefully place my hand on her cheek and gently caress her silky soft skin. After a few minutes of doing this, I realize that if we're seen like this, it could be taken wrong. I wouldn't want that to happen, especially to her. I crawl off of the bed, making sure to remove her head from its resting place on me before getting up. I decide to lay down on a velvet couch in the corner of her room, just so she's not alone.

I understand that she's not my responsibility, but still, I feel that I owe her. And even then, I want to take care of her. I don't know why, I just do.

||Thoughts?? Sorry for killing off Snow...oops.||