That night, at camp, Emma sits a bit apart from everyone else, playing with the shoelace around her wrist.

He was not a dark secret, no, he was not the secret that the cave needed. That's why she didn't say it. Why she'll probably never say it, unless she's forced.

"Emma," Mary Margaret's voice snaps her out of her thoughts, and she looks up to see her. In this moment she sees more of the friend she used to have than the mother who's tried way too hard too bond with her, to impose family and True Love and fairytales on her. She knows those are things she has to accept but she'd rather do it in her own time.

"Don't you have a lot to discuss with both of them?" Mary asks when their eyes meet.

"No," Emma replies.

"You have to open yourself up to hope and happy endings before you can have one-" Mary starts that same line of crap over again and Emma has to stop her.

"Henry is my happy ending," she growls, "Not Hook. Not Neal. Not True Love and all that. Henry."

"Emma-"

"No."

"Can you at least explain to me why you're so sure about that?"

"Because…" Emma sighs, knowing Mary won't drop it. She touches his boot lace again for strength.

"Because I know who my True Love is. Because I've had True Love's Kiss. That's the only thing it could've meant when he said 'I remember.' That I'd broken his damn curse. But unlike Neal, Graham is never coming back. No matter how much I hope and pray and believe, he's dead. He died in my arms!"

Mary sits next to her.

"I'm sorry, Emma," Mary says quietly, "I knew how you cared for him but I had hoped… I had hoped that there was someone else for you, no matter who it was. I just wanted to see you happy and if I let myself believe he wasn't your True Love, I could believe that you could be truly happy. But don't you think he'd want you to move on? Or at least find happiness with someone else?"

"Like I said, my happiness is Henry, and I think he'd be perfectly fine with that. Kissing Hook was stupid and irrational. And the love I have for Neal is remnants of first love, mixed with 'he gave me Henry'… Not the kind of love you build a present relationship, or a future, on. Henry tried telling me once, that Graham was raised by wolves. Well, there's this saying, wolves mate for life. Graham was my mate. Or he was supposed to be my mate, anyway. That's for life."