Dear Emma, Love Killian. |COMPLETED|

Day 383

Dear Emma,

A lot has happened today.

A lot has happened since I left you in the hospital a week ago.

It's not that I've not been bothered to write these letters, I just didn't want to flourish my lack of hope on you and, I left my letters in the hospital room, so that's one excuse, even if it's not a very good one.

One excuse though, even if it's pretty horrific is about as good as it's getting in this particular moment in time.

Now, as I write this, I'm back in the hospital with you, it's a long story, so let me tell you, but at least I'm back, right?

So, I was sat with my guitar, below deck on the Jolly Roger, writing a song, which I wrote for you, which don't worry you'll hear, after your operation that is, and one day when your awake.

Anyways, Regina walked in, and I'm pretty sure she heard the monstrosity it was when I was still in the process of writing it, so not great, but without her I would've never came back in time.

As a matter of fact, I completely lost track of time, hiding at the Jolly Roger, going to granny's for the odd occasional quick meal and drink, basically just surviving off rum.

Which isn't the greatest but I'm a barely surviving pirate so, can anyone really blame me?

So, the operation was in 45 minutes the moment she started talking to me and mentioned it.

Forty five minutes.

I should've been there.

Nevermind forty five minutes, but way longer before, I should've got you ready.

We should've done it all together and I'm so sorry that we didn't Em.

Through thick and thin I promised you and I couldn't even take that so I left.

I'm so so sorry.

But I got back.

I got back in time.

It did involve A LOT of Regina's persuasion as I was pretty sure that your mother and father would not want me back, but she said the completely different side.

She said your mother and father were worried and couldn't leave you, so, she was the next best thing.

They wanted me back.

Prince Charming and Snow White wanted me there with you, there perfect, beautifully flawless daughter through the darkest times.

Yes, I have to say I was shocked.

I mean, how could I not be?

Not for a singular moment did I expect her to tell me that, so it took a while for me to process the thoughts before she dragged me off that ship.

I don't know if she was eager, or annoyed or just not wanting to get on your parents bad sides, in which coming from me, is advisable.

Very advisable.

I picked up my stuff, my guitar case and my song sheet, having no letters at this time, before I was practically dragged off that ship, right to the truck where we drove to the hospital.

Back to you.

But nothing ever goes that right.

Regina Mills, the actual mayor couldn't even find somewhere to park the lorry because of a village fete in which she completely forgot that SHE organised.

I bet your laughing now Swan, and I'm laughing too, but preferably let's never mention this to Regina again, because I'm laughing right now as I write this and she's giving me evils from the other side of the room, just by me thinking about it.

She's never going to hear the end of it.

Want to know what make it worse Swan?

It wasn't just a normal village festival, it was the annual cat festival.

Yeah, I know what your thinking I didn't accidentally write this wrong, it's really an annual cat festival.

And it exists.

Just when I thought this modern world AND Storybrooke couldn't get any weirder, it overtook that spot.

Annual cat festivals?

Now I've heard it all.

Anyways, as she mentioned her cats, I readjusted my bag, as I ran through the corridors of the hospital, up to your ward, as I was bombarded with nurses, saying too many things at once, hears what I remember, and yes it's ridiculous Em.

"He's back! Mr Jones is back!"
"He's there!"
"Mr Jones?!"

Yeah I know, once again what your thinking Em.

Your pirate's a celebrity.

Apparently.

I mean, I know I'm devishely handsome but those nurses were too excited.

Thank god, Regina saved me, or it would've turned into a dramatic play with me centre stage.

She made them go away by a clap of her hands, leaving me wondering why, as I walked up to your double doors, taking a deep breath.

I'll have too admit it, I did think about turning back, but I knew, Regina would kill me, so would your parents probably, time was limited and I promised a pirate's oath and I wasn't going break that.

Never.

So, I took another deep breath and walked through the double doors, stepping inside the room as your mother turned around from the window.

Let's just say she looked happy, and believe me Swan, she really was.

She ran towards me at lighting speed, telling your father that she told him so, or something like that as she squished me until I couldn't breathe anymore.

Thank God your father relieved me of that otherwise I would've died due to lack of oxygen or something related.

So, both your parents were happy, your father played his trick on me and then laughed it off before he walked towards me, and I stuck my hand out in a freak for him to shake, but he pulled me into a hug.

He told me he thought we didn't do that anymore, and yet I came up with greatest excuse known to man kind.

Get ready Swan....

Sensory Reflexes.

BOOM!

Great idea right? Wrong.

He called it a load of rubbish and pointed at my guitar, asking me if I was going to sing him a lullaby as Snow called him a child, which made us all laugh.

So, they asked me what I was doing with my guitar, and they said I was talented, before they left me with you.

I talked to you for ten minutes right until the operation, and I can't remember exactly what I said, if I'm honest it's all a bit of a blur, so I hope that somehow you heard it.

I hope those words reached you, somehow.

Until, anyways, Doctor Whale interrupted us with his terrible hair dye job, and he called himself a polar bear.

Yeah, you heard that right.

A polar bear.

He called himself a polar bear.

I nearly died on the spot and I hope that one day you'll be back too laugh about these things with me.

One day.

Until then, goodbye Emma swan.

Love Killian.