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Every night
KillerQueen86
A feeling of well-being pervaded him, the strong scent of cinnamon invaded his senses, he felt happy, really happy and he could not where he was, the contours around him were blurred, but he felt like he had never felt before, he finally felt at home. She heard a voice behind her and didn't understand, she turned to look for the source, but there was no one there.
"Killian" once again the voice, a figure appeared in front of him, squinted in the hope of recognizing whoever was in front of him, but nothing, it was all blurry.
"Killian" once again she called in a shaky voice as if he were crying, he felt a pang in her heart and the desperate need to reach out and hug her.
Suddenly the figure came closer, she couldn't make out the details of his face yet, but his heart skipped a beat as if he recognized the woman in front of him. Long blond hair, a glorious and athletic body, but especially her eyes, green, an intense green full of love and determination, a strange magical aura seemed to surround her. He saw her reach out to him, she saw a diamond ring and a wedding band.
He wanted to talk to her, ask her who he was about her and why he kept appearing in his dreams of her, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't say a word.
"Please ... find me" he said again with a desperate voice.
"Find us ... I miss you," he continued.
He woke up with a start, once again the same dream, once again he had dreamed of the same woman, for months he had always had the same dream, and every morning the details seemed to escape from his memories, now he no longer remembered when this mysterious woman had started to haunt him.
He ran his hand over his face and got out of bed, it was still dawn and he had only slept a few hours, but he knew he couldn't sleep more, he passed the police uniform he had neatly folded the previous evening, a new day was looming in front of him, yet another day alone, a part of himself was already looking forward to getting back in bed and embracing that feeling of well-being, to see that mysterious woman again, he wanted to stop feeling so alone, so empty, he wanted to stop being a Lost Boy.
A pang of terror pervaded her, she was happy, really happy and now she knew it was all over, the contours around her were so inaccurate, but one detail made her feel really good, safe, a strong smell of salt and leather.
"Emma" she heard calling from behind, a deep warm voice with a strong foreign accent. She turned a figure was there in front of her, but she could not understand who was hers and why her body and especially her heart reacted so much to him, as if she had always known him. She wanted to ask him who she was and why she knew her, but she couldn't speak, she was kind of stuck.
"Emma" The figure in front of her moved towards her, she still couldn't see him clearly, he was tall with a lean muscular physique, incredible messy black hair that seemed to scream for her to put her fingers in, but her eyes, in those incredible blue eyes she could drown willingly, they were so full of love and devotion, she almost wished she were the recipient of those feelings.
"I'll find you, Love, I promise," he said staring directly into her eyes.
"Nothing and no one has ever stopped me, I'll be next to you soon" he promised and then disappeared.
About her He woke up suddenly, he was alone in her bed, in her loft in Boston, no man was looking for her, no one was waiting for her, that was the hard truth. She turned between the sheets looking at the clock to her right on the bedside table, it was only five in the morning, she was sure it was dawning, she wanted to go back to sleep, but her thoughts were invaded by the mysterious man who now visited her every night , and each time he had to struggle against the feeling of hope that dawned in his heart. She was alone, Emma Swan has always been alone, no one could love one of her like her, a Lost girl.
He was late for work, he hated it, usually he always tried to get there first, but that morning a lot of things had happened, among other things a girl had poured coffee on him on his new uniform, just to complete the morning. .. it was only 9 in the morning.
Arriving at the station, he saw Henry wandering around quite nervous and did not understand why, usually he was a quiet and always cheerful boy despite his past, Detective Robert mumbled about something, actually for some strange reason they didn't really get along .
He had spent all morning arranging paperwork, not realizing how much time was passing.
"Sergeant?" he heard someone calling behind him, raised his head to see one of his colleagues in uniform.
"A bail guarantor brought us one of the fugitives" she explained, snorted a little annoyed, but it was his job, he looked at his watch longing for his lunch, there was still an hour left until the break.
"Okay, I'll take care of it" he said getting up, approached the entrance on a chair there was a man, in an elegant suit, handcuffed and rather badly reduced.
"You must have really pissed him off to reduce you like this" he said to the man who looked at him badly with the good eye he had left.
"I would have a little ..." said a woman from behind next to the guy, she turned to him and gasped, he was sure he had the exact same incredulous expression.
The woman in front of him was gorgeous, long blond hair and an athletic physique, but what impressed him most were her deep green eyes that conveyed so much determination, but he would recognize them everywhere, he knew, he did not understand how but he knew that the woman in front she was the same one who haunted his dreams every night.
The end