Few months had passed, Emma was mourning Hook, Caitlynn's baby was born, it's a boy, they named him Quinten. And Amelia and Jackson were living in Caitlynn's and Gold's home for now, they can help with Aubrey and Quinten. Regina and Robin were happy, they moved in with each other, with the deal that Robin went sometimes to the woods with Roland. And about Zelena and her daughter, she named her Robin, the second, cause that's the only name she think off. They call her Ro, though as in, they wouldn't get confused who they called who. And they all got to see Ro, which it's a win... win situation.
But the situation about Hyde, they didn't know a plan yet, on how to put him away, in prison. Cause also he was quiet in the past few months. They think he's planning something, which he did. And they got help from Jonathan, he wanted to help them with this situation. Helping them with a plan on how to capture Hyde and he wanted to get to know Emma more, but she was distant towards him, not wanting someone else to die on her hands! Speaking about Emma, she has distant herself from almost everyone, but her twin. Cause she has a problem that Caitlynn only know about, she promised not to tell anyone, it's Emma story to tell her family that she has a trembling hand, from being the saviour and all that. Caitlynn helped her a hand with saviour stuff. Sixth in The lost twin.
Sequel to Flawless In His Eyes.
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Losing someone you love hurts. I'm confident in my manhood to admit that it's painful and yeah, I suck at grieving. So what?
The only problem with grieving, is that it's only acceptable when said loved one died.
I lost her because she left. By choice.
Now that... that was a stab through the chest and we only have Dora the explorer band-aids in the first aid kit.
It's clear why I'm still pretty messed up over our impromptu break-up.
I have nothing to grieve.
Bourbon taste better than tears anyway.
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One phone call.
One French guy named Phillip.
One coffee as black as my soul.
The formula.
That's all it took for me to find her.
Four years.
That's how long it took to tweek the formula and POOF...
Well, the outcome is obviously the story.