Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD.

Emma can't breathe, the guilt of what she's done to Regina through her simple act of kindness to a stranger crushing her like an anvil dropped flat on her head. She had robbed someone of their second chance, of their happy ending, and just as she had finally accepted hers too and...

Oh God. Killian.

How could she even think that kind of bliss would ever last is beyond her. She should have known that moment on Granny's porch just now, no matter how much happiness and love and promise it held was never meant to be anything more than just that: a moment. One she would forever cherish and hold close to her heart, but nothing more, because someone who ruined people's happy endings certainly didn't deserve one of her own.

She's suffocating; she needs to get out of there, and fast. Frantically looking around the sea of people inside the diner for Regina to plan her escape - if the mayor's already gone she'll have to take the backdoor to avoid her in the street - her eyes fall on his concerned gaze for a millisecond and the warm feeling of being loved that invades her entire being almost immediately gives way to a whole other kind of guilt. Again, she's running. Oh God.

She doesn't even have time to process how impossibly cold it is outside before Killian is reaching out to her arm. The way she leans into his touch instead of jerking away surprises her and she allows herself to rid her mind of Regina and her guilt for a while.

Even the mere possibility of running is suddenly out of the question.