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❝ Well that’s an understatement. ❞

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❝ … ❞

"I’m not making this up. It’s true, Emma."

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❝ Well that’s an understatement. ❞

"…."

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supposedtobethereforyou;
"i'm here for you"

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Send me "i'm here for you" and my muse will tell yours a worry of theirs, a fear, or a confession they've been meaning to get off their chest.

❝ Regina’s going to take Henry away from me if I don’t get custody of him. ❞

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❝ But he doesn’t want to live with that sociopath anymore!
                                                      I’m trying to help my son. ❞

"I know… I’m just saying what’s to be expected. Just don’t promise him anything you might cannot keep. You can still be there for Henry, just think about to keep playing fair."

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supposedtobethereforyou;
"i'm here for you"

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Send me "i'm here for you" and my muse will tell yours a worry of theirs, a fear, or a confession they've been meaning to get off their chest.

❝ Regina’s going to take Henry away from me if I don’t get custody of him. ❞

"If the two of you are continuing to fight over the kid for sure. It’s only going to hurt him in the end, Emma. Is it really worth that?"

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Send me a ™ if you think I could be a writer for my muse’s canon dialogue

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2. Raising a baby together for three days

Emma rocked the infant in her arms, gazing down at it. The blonde stroked the sleeping baby’s head and smiled down at it. She hummed softly, hopefully keeping the baby asleep.

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If you come to visit me at the station enter quietly.

August reached for his new cellphone and immediately went into alert mode when he read her message. Getting into his jacket, he texted her back on his way out.

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Why what’s wrong? I’m on my way.

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"Emma... Wait!" He raised his voice, as he was trying to keep up with her pace.

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The blonde continued walking, determined to walk away. When she heard him, a huff escaped her lips.

She listened to his, wondering where he was going with this. Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened, though it did not ease her mind one bit.

“—And how exactly do you know /when/ I decided to stay in Storybrooke?”
Clearly this man was a nutcase and a stalker.

"Because at eight fifteen in the morning I woke up with a shooting pain in my leg. That’s eight fifteen at night in Storybrooke. Sounds familiar doesn’t it?” August asked with an almost desperate look on his face.

"That’s when time there started to move forward again." The man paused and pressed his lips together for a moment. "I was supposed to be there for you.." taking in another sharp breath. ”and I wasn’t.”

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He was just as shaken by the news as the others were, when he got to know about Neals death. Knowing it wouldn't be easy to explain where he suddenly came back from, August stayed in the background and watched the mans funeral from afar, approaching Emma - who stayed a bit longer by the grave - first after Henry was already gone back to the car. "Father told me, that you might need... a friend now." He said silent, placing his hand to her shoulder.

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The blonde was the last to linger at the grave sight. She stared at the grave in silent remembrance. It hurt. Everything hurt. He had just walked back in her life, and had been taken away one too many times. Her face was stained with wet streams of tears that never seemed to cease. Her lip quivered. A sigh escaped her lips and she jumped when she heard the voice.

       ❝—The hell… August? ❞

And then she turned and bolted into his arms, holding onto him tightly, sobs escaping her now shaking body; this was all too much.

She barely heard him call her name, but not enough to respond to it. The blonde continued walking until she finally noticed that he had made no move to follow her. She paused and turned her head back to look at him.

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       ❝ I thought you wanted to talk. ❞

"It can wait. We don’t have to…" He returned, as he started walking towards her. "Henry might need you more right now." August stopped behind her and looked down at the space between them for a moment. 

"Maybe you could come over later tonight, when he’s asleep?"

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He was just as shaken by the news as the others were, when he got to know about Neals death. Knowing it wouldn't be easy to explain where he suddenly came back from, August stayed in the background and watched the mans funeral from afar, approaching Emma - who stayed a bit longer by the grave - first after Henry was already gone back to the car. "Father told me, that you might need... a friend now." He said silent, placing his hand to her shoulder.

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The blonde was the last to linger at the grave sight. She stared at the grave in silent remembrance. It hurt. Everything hurt. He had just walked back in her life, and had been taken away one too many times. Her face was stained with wet streams of tears that never seemed to cease. Her lip quivered. A sigh escaped her lips and she jumped when she heard the voice.

       ❝—The hell… August? ❞

And then she turned and bolted into his arms, holding onto him tightly, sobs escaping her now shaking body; this was all too much.

She shrugged slightly, trying to fight the emotion that was threatening to overcome her.

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       ❝—It’s okay. It’s whatever. It’s just good to see you. ❞

Her words were halfhearted, even to her own ears.

"Emma…" It felt like a deja vu when he stopped himself asking her to wait, so he simply let the blond go. Even though he didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since… he had died in her presence.

August could still see when she needed space. Emma might come back sooner or later. 

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igotyouakeychain:

I do think it was for shipping purposes. But even if it wasm’t: it sends a fucking horrible message. One that no one needs to learn to be honest, because they see it all the goddamn time.

"Welcome to the club, buddy. "

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