She sat there. Alone. Her soulmate was gone. Her home. He sacrificed his life to save the town. I guess he was right. You realise that something is your home when you start missing it. She missed him. She didn't realise how much he meant to her while he was alive. She knew she loved him. But she also thought she couldn't be with him and that she had to move. Holding his dead body, she realised that she needed him. She wasn't being selfish. Their son needed him too…. His father needed him. Why does everything I loved disappeared? It's unfair. It has to be this new life. It wasn't made for her.

Emma made her decision. She couldn't stay in Storybrook anymore. Not without him. She had to move to New York. Get her old life. Before the curse, before the magic…before Henry. She had to run away. It was her best chance at having a normal life again. No matter how it would be hard, she couldn't let herself feel this way.

As she packed her last bags she heard someone say her name. It was her mom. She didn't turn around. She breathed, took her bags, open the front door and close it after her. She started running toward her yellow car. Their car. The one they stole. She pushed the thought out of her brain and enter the car. She saw Mary Margaret running after her but it was too late. She had made her decision. She didn't care. She never did. She gave up Henry because she was too young to be a mother. Well today, she still fell the same way. She was still a teenager who got her heart broken. She couldn't take care of a child.

It was a 4 hours ride. Blasting the music the louder she could, she forgot for a moment her problems. She was driving. It was something that she really liked back them. The feeling of independence. Being the only one that could control the destination.

In New York, she was in her old apartment. The one she was with Henry a few months ago. But it didn't matter. She erased every hints of him. She went to IKEA and bought different furniture. She needed a change.

It took her two weeks before she accepted that her apartment was now hers only. Nobody was living with her. She had her old life back. Still, something was missing. Him. Again. Every time she was back from her job, she sat at the kitchen counter and waited. She waited for hours at this place without moving. She needed to hear his voice. To see him. She didn't know what she could do. She did everything she thought could help her.

That's when she decided that she was going to live again. She took her red jacket and went outside. She walked in central park for hours. She walked until she forgot who she was.

And that was her new life. Each day, she would wake up and go to her job. When she finished, she would walk. It didn't matter where. She just needed to pass time. She didn't accept invitation from her coworkers. She didn't adopt a pet. She didn't meet someone. She was just alone in the big city, walking. And it was her life. She didn't like it. But she didn't hate it. And she forgot about him. At least, that's what she thought. Because during the day, he wasn't there. But when she went to sleep, she dreamed of him every night. She just decided not to acknowledge it. So for her, he wasn't there and she got over him. But we all know she didn't.