Chapter Twenty-Five
"The crazy is just getting started..."

So, I had a wonderful idea for this chapter, but since I didn't write it down and it's been a year, I'm trying my best to remember it . If it's not entirely reproduced, I'm sorry,I tried. It's just I have lots of ideas, so I lose some in the process. Sorry once again 🙁.

Over the course of the next days, I go over every single plausible explanation for my discovery, but nothing makes sense anymore. If it was my problem remembering, then the others should know. There's just no way for all of us not to remember our fairytale side. After I realised Hook wasn't just a nickname for Killian, flashbacks started coming back to me, with every single person in my life as a fairytale character.

To be honest, I worried of my mental health. This was all so surreal that it made me question my sanity. I ruled out amnesia immediately, because it just wouldn't make sense. I tried remembering everything, but it didn't reveal anything important.

Crazy as this all is, this weird thing made me realize how much I actually miss Killian. I had so many months to reflect on the way we left things, and as much as this situation complicated everything, I want us to figure things out together.

I don't know how our destinies were tied before and I am not sure at all how I remember him as Captain Hook. I couldn't have made it up even if I wanted to. I wasn't sure of anything lately, but one thing was constant.

The love I feel for this man, Killian Jones.

The truth is, I love him. I've been running away from him in fear of catching feelings and it didn't work. That kiss we shared shed light on my love for him. Those walls I've built, he just tore down with his playful smirk and caring. Those sweet moments together, in the snow, just hanging out as roommates , or riding on his motorcycle, they are the reminder that I need to tell myself that this is real. He's real and we're here, no matter of our past or whatever is we had before.

I jump from my bed in a milisecond, knowing just what I had to do. I start packing my things from all over the place , when I hear a soft knock on my door. Confused, I go to open the door and David, hazed by the look of my room, enters the room.

"What is it?" I ask David, while he looks around the room and then at my suitcase.

"Well, I should ask you the same thing, since you're packing...There's someone for you at the door." He says, looking intensely at me.

I frown, in confusion. Who could it be? I didn't call anyone over, and David said it's someone specifically for me.

"Okay, thanks, David. " I say, walking downstairs to the front door. As I look around, I know I'll miss this place, but it's finally time Mary Margaret and David have their own privacy. In a few seconds, I am at the front door and I open it a little, just to find what I've been looking forward to seeing. Who.

Suddenly , he is in front of me, and my breath is cut short. I almost gasp for air, but I restrain from doing so. He sits there, in all of his glory, my mind raving about his handsomeness. Seeing me drool over him makes him smirk, which doesn't help me much.

"Like what you see?" he asks in his devilish way, and I almost punch his arm right there. Why did I take so long to make peace with my feelings for him?

"Why are you here?" , I ask, going straight to the point. If I stay around him for too long , Lord knows I'll hug him right here and never let go.

"Never let go"

The memory flashes in my mind, and sends a shudder through my entire being. We're just standing there, looking at each other, taking our fill of the other's features. It's line looking at art, always seeing a different thing each time you come back.

"So...we never talked about that fight we had." Killian starts, and instantly, I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me as fast. "Just...let me explain myself."

"Okay" I say, my voice cracking from all the emotions I supress.

"Emma...It's so hard for me to say this, but..." I hold my breath so hard that I feel like I'm going to explode. I was afraid at firsf that I was falling in love with him, but this... these emotions that I'm feeling, they're so unexpected. "I want you back in my life. These days we've been apart felt like ages and I need to tell you... I don't regret that kiss , because I love you. "

The room went silent all of a sudden and I felt light-headed. I didn't know at the time if it was the revelation or something else, but the suddenness of his statement made me question every moment together. Was he trying not to fall in love with me as well? It felt to overwhealming and knowing myself, I was on the verge of fainting.

My vision blurred and I knew right then and there that something was wrong and it was definitely not the "I love you" to blame. These images came over me and I thought for a second that my life was passing right in front of my eyes until I realized that ...  it wasn't really my life I was seeing. They felt like memories, but they were the fairytale ones. I was seeing Killian as Hook and his relationship with me until ...

[Killian]

It was time I finally told Emma how I felt. Struggling to find the words to say how I feel, I marched on David's front porch and rang the doorbell and there she came, beautiful as always. I told her how hard it was for me to say what I had to say and I finally let go of the three words that I've been holding back for ages, except... I knew there was something wrong the instant she put her hand to her head , as if something was overcoming her. Afraid that she was going to faint , I was ready to catch her, and then she did , right in my arms, her eyes turned in the back of her head and murmuring one single word over and over again.

Captain.

[Two days later]

We are all at the hospital , waiting to hear the news on Emma's situation. After she fainted, David and I got her to the hospital immediately and there they told us she was in a coma. We were shocked and scared and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These past two days, the doctors have been trying to understand what was wrong with her, but they haven't found nothing yet. Every day that passes , the situation keeps getting more dire and it feels like I'm in a nightmare with no way of waking up. She looks so fragile hooked to those machines , like she's asleep. My Aurora, my sleeping beauty. If only I would know what caused this...