"I know it's silly," She kept looking between the whiskey and Emma, as though torn between which one to give herself more to. "And that he only woke a short time ago."
But it was if even when he wasn't here, he was there. In her mind. Refusing to be pushed away, fighting tenaciously not to let her forget.
How when even the memory of saving him became more blurred with the passing days, she could still remember the moment his eyes opened. The moment, just there, right before they opened, when she was certain of all the colors that would be in them and that they could never be closed forever. How deeply insane and desperate that was.
Mary Margaret tried to push that away, too, shaking her head, as thought somehow it were still her fault. All the things she didn't admit to. "I didn't know he'd come here tonight."
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"I know it's silly," She kept looking between the whiskey and Emma, as though torn between which one to give herself more to. "And that he only woke a short time ago."
But it was if even when he wasn't here, he was there. In her mind. Refusing to be pushed away, fighting tenaciously not to let her forget.
How when even the memory of saving him became more blurred with the passing days, she could still remember the moment his eyes opened. The moment, just there, right before they opened, when she was certain of all the colors that would be in them and that they could never be closed forever. How deeply insane and desperate that was.
Mary Margaret tried to push that away, too, shaking her head, as thought somehow it were still her fault. All the things she didn't admit to. "I didn't know he'd come here tonight."