It was always you // discontinued

Recovering

||Just warning y'all, this chapter isn't as detailed as I would like it to be and it kinda sucks but read it anyways😉||

(Killian's POV)

It's been four days since the queen
passed.

The tragic death has effected Emma tremendously. She's hardly eaten a thing, she's lost weight, and the color is draining from her face more and more as the minutes go on.

I've kept my distance, not wanting to bother her.

Her father and I have talked a decent amount since I've been here. I explained my reasons for leaving my family and bringing Emma back to hers, and he was grateful. Much to my relief, he showed me a room I could stay in and told me I could stay as long as I desired.

Right now walking through one of the long hallways, examining the art that hangs along the walls. I can't help but wonder how Emma is doing and how she's holding up.

"Killian..." a soft, female voice says. I follow the direction of the voice and find myself looking at the very woman I was only just thinking about. This is the first time she's left her room in the past few days.

I take a step closer to her as she stands, looking quite pale. "Emma... How are you?"

"I've been better..." she sends me a weak smile; but it's a smile nonetheless. I can't help but approach her, and when I do, I take both of her hands in mine in a comforting way. Her emerald green eyes meet mine, and they seem to come to life for a quick second, then die down to a greyer green. "But the pain isn't as strong as before."

"That's good to hear." I reply, smiling warmly down at her. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you..."

"Thank you, but it was bound to happen at some point." She speaks quickly as she says this. "Would you mind accompanying me outside? I think I need some fresh air."

"Of course I will." I let go of one of her hands, but keep the other intertwined with mine, and she doesn't appear to mind it. We walk slowly in a comfortable silence, hand in hand, heading towards a door that leads to the gardens.

Momentarily, we're standing outside. I look at her and she's closing her eyes, just as a soft breeze hits us, causing her hair to blow back a little. A small smile appears on her perfect face, which makes me smile as well.

She's so beautiful, even though she looks tired and sad.

"Everything's going to be okay... I want you to know that, alright?" I whisper, my eyes finding hers again once she opens then.

She nods slowly, then sighs. "Alright."

One month later

(Emma's POV)

It's been a month and a few days since mother died.
Every night for a couple weeks, I would stand by my window and look at the sparkling sky which was illuminated with a multitude of stars. I would close my eyes and wish that she would come back. But she never did.
Since then, I've learned to accept that fact that she's never coming back. I'm not okay with that, but I can live with it.

Father's been overloaded with many things, which is natural considering he is the king. Things have gone back to normal... well, as normal as they can be right now. The only difference being, my mother is gone, and Killian has been staying with us.

Killian.
He's been so supportive of me this past month. I'm glad he's staying with us... more than glad.
He's been a shoulder to cry on. Someone to hug and hold.
A person to laugh with.
A man whom has become my closest friend, once again.

"The night my mother died," I turn my head toward Killian, whom is sitting next to me on a couch. "Why did you stay with me?" I still haven't discussed this with him, but I've been aching to know.

He scratches behind his ear, glancing down at the floor before speaking. "You were hurt. In pain. I couldn't just leave you alone. I cared about you, Swan. And I still do."

A small smile creeps onto my face as he speaks. "Thank you... I really appreciate it..."

"Anytime." He winks. "You do look so peaceful when you sleep."

Before I get the chance to answer, he talks again, changing the subject.

"Are you looking forward to the ball?"

My father planned a ball, in honor of my mothers memory. It will be held tomorrow night; in, obviously, the grand ballroom.

"I suppose." I shrug. "Well... I don't know. Are you?"

"I am." A hint of a smirk plays at the ends of his mouth, causing me to smile.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to make me smile."

"I don't have to try anymore, you're doing it on your own now." With that, he stands up. "Sleep well, Swan." He grins that goofy grin of his and leaves me.

Is it wrong that I get all jittery around him? That my heart practically melts in my chest? That I can barely breath when he's with me?

||Short chapter sowwwyyy||