ghosts that we knew | +itsmebaelfire
It's been one year since Neal's death and Emma still visits his grave every Thursday afternoon-- when the sun practically hides behind his stone and the sky becomes a light, yet beautiful, mix of burning orange and baby blue. She felt guilty about it, about the things she told him in the cave when they were in Neverland. Back then she really believed his death to be easier to deal with, but right now? She just wants him to come back. Oh, how foolish she were, believing that forgetting this man, her first love, would be easy. All she wants is to hear his voice, to have him looking at her with those puppy eyes and making her laugh with his funny jokes and sweet gestures.
"Come back to me." she always whispered the same words when looking down at the frigid stone--like a prayer.
Many still acted as if they didn't know where she had been, and for that she was grateful since talking about such sentimental matters made the blonde feel extremely uncomfortable on her own skin. The sky was of a navy blue when Emma finally arrived at home, a yellow post it glued to the fridge warned her about some chicken pie that was left for her to eat since mary Margaret and David were once again going to spend the night at Ashley's so Prince Neal could interact with a child almost his age. She wasn't hungry though, so the Sheriff just walked straight into her room and slammed the door shut.
She felt tired, drained actually, and everything was becoming almost too much for her. She had even started losing a considerable amount of weight during the past year-- everyone seemed aware of her sick appearance, but the blonde was simply in denial. Reaching for her towel, Emma walked into the bathroom and released a deep sigh. I just need a hot shower.
It was supposed to be a day like any other: work, visit Neal's grave and sleep comfortably in her bed. But as soon as the blonde walked back into her room, a gasp followed by a loud scream filled the previously quiet room. She couldn't believe what was in front of her-- sitting in her bed. As if it were a normal day. "Ne- Neal?" her hand clenched the white fabric of the towel which covered her body, her tears already threatening to fall.
