God, how Emma longs for them, to be with them. home is not a place, it’s the people you love.and they will always be with you… it’s that undeniable presence she feels when she stands in the mansion and closes her eyes…she can feel that Regina is still there with them, that distance cannot take what is hidden in her heart. And yet, the words Henry heard on his graduation day ring out true to her. Standing in front of the place that most felt like home to her, she is left with only the fingerprints of the people she loves left within its walls. “You sure can Sweetie just later,” as Emma watches the excitement on her daughter’s face.Īlthough she can see that that all is secure, Emma lingers longer than she should.for reasons her heart understands all too well. “I want to see where I used to sleep when I was a baby!” “Maybe later Sweetheart we can go inside Na-Na’s house,”
“Are we going inside of Na-Na’s today?” Hope turns around in her stroller, peering at her Mother with brightly colored green eyes. But the longing in her heart is a constant reminder of what’s real, and who’s missing from it.Ī part of her heart gone but not forgotten.never forgotten If she doesn’t think too much, she can still pretend that nothing’s changed. Walking down Mifflin Street, Emma pauses just outside the mansion. Shaping them in ways we oft struggle to imagine.
Not only in the physical sense, but on the lives of all those we have touched. In places forgotten, on items too numerous to name. Holding my breath, last one I’ve got left, til I see you.
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