What's up it's five AM and I can't sleep (and have to be at work in 4 hours) so I guess this was the perfect time to start writing this little sequel that's been harassing me for 3 years... Here's a very little amuse-bouche for any other insomniacs hanging out (and yes, we're leaning into the cheesy titles)
The echo of her voice hangs in the air, those words he'd so longed to hear - the ones he'd held inside of him for so long - before she was ripped away from him now a cruel taunt. A flash of darkeness, not even the lingering scent of her perfume left to cling to, to prove that she was ever here. Only a dagger, gleaming up at him from where she stood only seconds ago, his worst fears carved into the jagged balde. Emma Swan.