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[buries]

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;; YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME.

[snaring]

This has to be a dream. [ emma's stubborn, even when it comes to henry trying to push ideas into her head. it's much easier being stubborn. by believing that the man before her is a part of some illusion. there are times where she so desperately wants to see him that she does so out of the corner of her eye.

emma stands up, though she wonders where she gets the strength to push out her chair and herself up. sitting down doesn't make them equal at all. and she figures any sudden movement on her part might snap her out of this.

emma doesn't like to be vulnerable, physically or even in secret, but it shows, clear as day on her face, that this is a slice through the heart that she can't quite hide from. losing graham was like losing a good portion of her hope for this town. she'd given herself the okay to open up and risk losing some part of herself for him to have him disappear the moment she allowed her own heart to start beating again. her eyes are red, but she ignores the fact that she's crying. ]

You died. Here. In my arms. There's no coming back from that.

[ then again, she forgets she lives in a town where the unbelievable is believable. it's a fairytale after all. ]

I TRY BABY I TRY.

[heorte]

[ and graham, graham's shaking his head, but how can he prove otherwise? he's risen from the dead, and that's a hard thing to swallow even without the rest of it, with the tale of who he really is, what he really is, what she really is, all of it's a hard thing to unload upon someone who never believed in the first place. it would be too much all at once, and graham isn't sure how to deal with it, if its best to let it all alone, leave it for tomorrow.

he isn't even sure he'll have a tomorrow, when regina finds out that he's risen so effortlessly from the dead. ]

I did. But I did come back, Emma. Touch me, I'm here. I'm real.

[ or as real as a fairy tale could ever be.

he holds out his hands, offering them to her. flesh and bone and blood and the beat of pulse, it's all there for her inspection. ]