Author's note: Last ch! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 21

In the three years Graham had been with Emma, he'd come to learn that one of Emma's very favorite places was the beach. So it was only natural that she'd go to the beach.

After she'd slammed the door, everyone had looked at each other in shock.

"Should we go after her?" Mary Margaret said uncertainly.

"No. I'll go." Graham said. Because it was all my fault. He added silently.

Yep. Just as he thought. As he approached the beach, he could see his wife's long blonde hair ruffling in the wind. She stood on the sand, her face buried in her hands. Graham's heart broke at the pitiful sight, for he'd caused this. If only he'd believed in her…

"Em?" He took a tentative step towards her.

Immediately, the tears were gone. "Oh. It's you." She said without turning around. "Didn't I say I wanted you out of my life?"

"I'm not that easy to get rid of." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. She didn't smile.

"Emma, I know you're mad. Really, I do. But are you gonna stay mad at me forever?" He asked.

"You don't get it, do you?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Do you know how you made me feel? Yeah, I get that Regina meant for it to happen. But I honestly thought we had a better relationship than that. Strong enough that Regina wouldn't be able to break apart. You made me feel like how you said no one should ever make me feel. I felt completely alone, like I had no one left in the world. My parents didn't believe me. Fine. They don't know me that well. But you?" Her voice broke. "You. You. Stupid. Fucking. Son. Of. A. Bitch." She punctuated each word with a hard punch. "You actually thought I was capable of that kind of evil! Bastard!" Emma started sobbing and punching every bit of him she could reach. Damn. She could really pack a punch.

Graham stood there, momentarily stunned, until he came to his senses, wrapping his arms around her. She continued to struggle against him for a bit until she realized that her hands were pinned against him. Emma just stood there, sobbing freely. Graham held her patiently until her sobs quieted, not sure what to say or do.

"Em. Believe me when I say that I'm really, truly sorry." He said once she was quiet and had stopped shaking. "I should've believed you. Believed in you. I shouldn't have let Regina tear us apart. I guess I just didn't want to believe that Regina was back, because the last time she was here, well, let's just say it wasn't great. I just wanted to believe that everything was normal, and I took all my frustrations out on you. When I saw that jacket, thought you were dead…it was the worst day of my life. When I thought I'd lost you forever, I wanted to curl up and die. Life without you…well it's pretty much the worst thing I can imagine. I love you, Emma. So, so much. You've made my life so much better. Every day, I wake up and I think about how lucky I am that out of everyone in the world, Emma Swan picked me."

"And hey." He continued. "I know you still love me. Otherwise you'd still be a swan." He felt Emma snort in his arms. Though he couldn't see her face, he imagined that she was rolling her eyes.

He slowly released her. "I know this can never make up for everything, but I promise if you give me a second chance I'll make it up to you. Prove that I'm worthy of you."

A tear slowly made its way down Emma's cheek. "Promise?"

Warmth flooded through Graham's body. "Promise."

She smiled. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. "I love you." He said again.

"Love you too." She answered, pressing her lips against his. It felt so amazing. They just stood there, Graham's arms wrapped around Emma, listening to the surf crash against the shore.

"Hey. What's that?" Emma squinted off to the distance. "Is that a tent?" She instantly ran off towards it and Graham followed.

"Oh my God." She clapped her hand over her mouth to stop from laughing. "You did all this…for me?"

Graham nodded. Earlier, before he'd come back to find Emma missing and Scarlett on the couch, he'd come to the beach to set up a beach tent with a huge banner that said I'm Sorry Emma in all caps and a picnic full of her favorite foods. He'd asked Archie on how to get Emma to forgive him, and the therapist/conscience had suggested a big romantic gesture. Made sense, since Graham knew Emma was secretly into that stuff.

"Yeah…" He said bashfully. "Ya know, just in case you stayed mad."

"Aww…" She said, touched. "No one's ever done that for me before.

"Told you I loved you." He pressed his lips to hers again.

They spent the rest of the day on the beach, enjoying each other's company, reveling in the fact that things were and always would, be ok. Forever.

Author's note: So...this concludes Long Gone. Yeah, I can't believe it either. Thank you SO much to everyone who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited. It really means a lot :) And special gigantic thanks to MonkeyLovr, who planned so much of this story! For anyone who's interested, plz check out my new Once fanfic, Scattered.