fic: i know the memories rushing into mind, emma/graham
I wrote this awhile back and am just now getting around to posting it.
Title: I know the memories rushing into mind
Author: hope27
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through 1x08
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Summary: Her eyes landed on the black leather jacket that hung limply on the coat rack. For a moment, she let herself remember what it had been like to feel his hands upon her skin, his lips against hers.
Emma waited until she heard the front door close behind Mr. Gold and the hairs on the back of her neck to relax before she allowed herself to move.
She did not trust that man. An ally or an opponent or neither, he was dangerous. She would definitely be keeping her eyes on him. And she had a feeling, he would be doing the same to her.
As she took a deep breath, she looked over the office. It was lonely, quiet. Too quiet.
Her eyes landed on the black leather jacket that hung limply on the coat rack. For a moment, she let herself remember what it had been like to feel his hands upon her skin, his lips against hers. And his eyes, so deep and filled with sadness, except for in those last few moments she’d spent with him. His eyes had shone brightly with hope then.
I remember.
She’d spent nights trying to avoid thinking about those moments, and his words to her. They were too painful to remember, and she was left with an uneasy feeling if she thought about what he was actually remembering. Was it all really true...
For those single, precious moments, she’d believed in a happy ending for herself. Looking into his eyes, she could see the possibility of a future with him. It was something she hadn't done since she was four years old and kicked out of her second foster home.
But it was gone now.
The walls were back up around her heart though there were cracks and chinks from his touch.
A heavy, deep sigh left her body, and she choked back the emotions she hadn’t let herself feel since that night.
Slowly, she shrugged off her familiar red leather jacket, lying it carefully on the chair before walking around the desk.
Reaching out a hand, she fingered the worn black leather, running her hand down one sleeve and then to the brown-trimmed pockets. Before she could think about it any more, she slipped the coat off the rack, and over her shoulders. Her arms slipped easily into the fabric, the sleeves almost covering her hands. She breathed in and his scent flooded her senses.
Fighting back the sob caught deep in her throat, she rounded the desk and sank into her chair...his chair. She pulled the jacket tightly around her, letting herself imagine it was his arms around her and let the tears fall.
Just for this one moment, she told herself. Just for a few minutes, she’d let herself mourn. Just for now, she’d be that little girl who so desperately wanted someone to love her.
Mary glanced at her knowingly when she came home that night, no doubt seeing the redness under her eyes and the black leather jacket tucked under one arm.
Emma said nothing, she simply nodded at her friend and headed to her room. She hung the jacket in her closet right next to the suitcase that held the hand-woven blanket she was found in as a baby.