youâre peeps girl. you met him when you were only sixteen. heâs three years older. which was never the problem it shouldâve been. you didnât fall hard. you didnât fall fast. you didnât really fall at all, you just clicked. you guys spent a night together, getting crazy high and partying. at the end of the night, you guys didnât have sex. you held each other. you kissed. you yearned. but he told you you were too young, jokingly promising me a more intimate night when itâs right. that night you got a call that your brother died. you couldnât wake him up, so you left. the next day you went back to the hotel a mess but he was already gone. you shouldnât left a note. or something. thatâs what you told yourself every day for the next two years and six months. you thought youâd never see him again, that heâd probably forgotten about you entirely. but that couldnât be farther than the truth. on this particular night, youâre preforming. in a little club. singing an original song. her voice is ethereal, and heâs there, hearing it. he sees everything. you look different, older, harder. but those green eyes of hers are still the same. that smile, though rare is still so breathtaking. sheâs got tattoos now. one on her shoulder. itâs a memorial tattoo. reading ârest in peace bubbyâ sheâs so closed down now. She doesnât see him, going straight back stage to hit a bump. But he follows. Sheâs high as a kite and when he sees him those walls come crumpling down.
the ship from the land of untold stories seems to drop from the sky into storybrooke, by the time the heroâs find it, weâre all gone. hiding away. they had no idea what was coming from hyde.