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She felt bad crying because they had won the war. The shadow world was once more at peace. But instead, Emma felt as if her world was crumbling all around her. When Isabelle’s arms wrap around her, she immediately wiped at her eyes. “I’m okay. Jules said we’d become parabti’s so I won’t have to go to the academy. We won’t be separated. I know I shouldn’t be crying.”
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Emma felt herself sigh as he pulled away. But she understood. It was still in that stage where they themselves didn’t even know what they doing and until they figured it out, it wouldn’t do any good presenting their relationship to anyone else.
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Emma wiped at her tears, from where she sat alone in her room in the L.A. Institue. She just wanted to be left alone, today especially of all days. That’s what she told everyone knocked on her door. It was five years ago, but it still hurt. Especially now that she knew who killed her parents.
{{ ❄ }} -- JUSTANORPHAN ;;
" HOW DID YOU find me? " In all honesty, she had expected the person to find him to be Killian, not Elsa. Either way, she did not want to be with either. She just wanted to be a l o n e.
{{ ❄ }} -- JUSTANORPHAN ;;
HER WORST FEAR was coming true. She hated magic. She hated what she has become. She hated that she was even capable of doing these things. More importantly: she hated herself. From the very few lessons she had from both Gold and Regina, she understood that her magic was in tuned with her emotions. What a joke, honestly. Because she could act as some strong, independent woman who could take just about anything--but when it boils down to it, she was an emotional wreck.
Years of suppressed emotions were uncoiling and coming undone. And it showed. It showed earlier with Mary Margaret and again at the station.
Somehow, she wasn't surprised when he found her. He always did. But that did not assure her in that very moment, because all she wanted to be was alone--where it was safe.
" Did you see the look on their faces? " Eyes rimmed with tears as she swallowed past the lump in her throat. " They were so. . . Afraid. And they had every right to be. " Sucking in a breath, she forced her eyes to him. " How's David? Is he. . . Okay? "
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If this was supposed to be some kind of joke, she wasn't laughing. Far from it, actually. How in the world was she supposed to explain to everyone why she has a set of cat ears of all things sitting on her head and a tail to match!
Hearing approaching foot steps, she hastily put on a knit hat despite it being in the middle of a brief heat wave, back turning to her desk to face the on-comer.
" Jefferson, hi! Can I, uh, help you? "
Of all the people to come into the station, it just had to be him, did it?
{{ ❄ }} -- JUSTANORPHAN ;;
❝ Don't come in here, it's not safe -- ❞
