“You brought light into my life. You chased away the darkness.”
After another rather unsuccessful attempt to help Elsa control her magic, Emma is feeling a little down.
Not so subtle Killian Jones.
Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.
"What’s the big deal about these things?"