morbidity strikes

Winter (7/?)

Summary: Emma and Killian are together. And then they’re not. And then they’re snowed in.

a/n: break-up and make-up fic exploring the issues they might have after starting a relationship post-finale. :)

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(nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key)


It starts to rain heavily as Killian makes his way across town to Granny’s diner, but he barely notices. He is struggling to comprehend much of anything at the moment, because it’s over, and he still can’t quite get his head around that. It’s over, it’s over – Emma Swan is no longer his to love. He isn’t sure how he feels – not sad, not really, it hasn’t hit home enough for him to feel sad. Not angry, either, that will come later. But yet, not numb.

The problem is that she didn’t say it out loud, there was no that’s it, this is the end of us. He read it in her face rather than her words. The look in her eyes that was more tired than anything. And, when he understood, when he took the hint and walked out – the relief.

(And he feels terrible for it, but there is relief somewhere deep inside him too. Relief that the exhausting burden of keeping up a smile, a facade, has been alleviated. He will feel guilty later, he knows, but for now – for now, at least they’re not pretending any more).

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