Two times she resists the temptation and one time she gives in.
What will happen the fourth time?
She is standing beside her mother, feeling her arm around her waist, her father’s hand on her shoulder, Henry’s hand is clutching hers tightly as he leans closer into Neal as they all stare towards the green wall of smoke that appears at the horizon.
But then she tilts her head and sees him, standing to the side, completely alone, and suddenly she just needs to go to him, the pull that draws her to him too strong and she steps back and turns around, walking briskly towards him, catching his curious gaze and she wants to say so much but there is no more time left but she needs to tell him. He needs to know.
"I would have chosen you." She says quietly, her voice barely audible and she repeats the words, wanting to say them again. "I would have chosen you, Killian."
She hears his sharp intake of breath, the flash of surprise flickering over his face before a sudden calmness smooths his features, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and her mouth tilts up into a smile too as she just stares at him, unable to look away, the love shining out of his eyes, letting warmth spread through her whole body.
They will all forget.
Her eyes search for Henry and find him standing next to Neal, surrounded by Regina and his grandparents, surrounded by his family. But Killian … he has no one, no family and her eyes come back to him. She won’t let him be alone. Not now.
In just a few moments they won’t remember anything and just this one time she wants to be selfish, wants to do what she longs for the most. She doesn’t want to be a friend, she doesn’t want to be a daughter, she doesn’t want to be a mother. She just wants to be Emma.
Her hand wanders to his chest, her fingers splaying out over his skin and she still keeps eye contact, her heart soaring in her chest. If she won’t remember him anymore, if she won’t remember his smile, his lilting voice, the way he raises only one eyebrow … if she won’t remember anymore how he smells, how he tastes … if she won’t remember anything about him anymore she needs to feel him just one more time, needs to kiss him this one last time.
Her fingers tighten around the lapels of his coat and she pulls him forward, a soft sigh escaping her as his lips brush over hers. She doesn’t hear anything, concentrating all her senses on him, the kiss turning hungry, aggressive, as they try to say everything they don’t have the time to say with this one kiss.
The last kiss before they will forget each other.
She feels the wind picking up around them, her hair flying around their faces, his coat slapping against her legs but she doesn’t let go of him, threading one hand into the hair at the base of his neck, keeping him close, her lips hovering over his.
"I love you."
His voice is hoarse, almost not distinguishable over the roaring wind around them and she wants to speak, wants to tell him that she loves him too but before she can say the words, the wall of smoke reaches them, swallowing them, pushing them apart, her hands clutching desperately at his coat but the leather slips through her fingers and then she gets knocked back, hitting the ground hard and she stares up into the sky, seeing nothing but green smoke and her vision swims, dark splotches flickering over her eyes and as the darkness overwhelms her, pulling her under, only one thought ricochets through her brain.
Please don’t let me forget!