The “I love you” sitting heavy on his tongue, stuck in his throat because he can’t bring himself to say it, can’t bring himself to accept that he’ll never see her again. The optimist in him says that he will, that true love will prevail, that they will find a way together but the pessimist says that he’s a coward, filled with nothing but broken hope and empty promises, he feels himself agreeing more and more with the pessimist, with the darkness because he knows that he has failed her, knows that he broke his own damn promise to her (“if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving”) but now he can’t even do that, not with his heart in the dark one’s possession, not with the fear of death hanging over his head. He feels the darkness consume a little bit of his soul more and more everyday, feeling himself slip away little by little, knowing there’s nothing he can possibly do to stop it. He kisses Emma with gentle desperation, a quiet plea for her to save him, to take him and lock him up somewhere safe where the dark one cannot possibly hurt him and more importantly where he can’t hurt her. Somewhere where his demons won’t haunt him, where he darkness won’t find him. He pulls back, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, sweeping across her cheek and trailing down her throat, willing her to feel his love, trying to convey what he can’t say into his actions. But this goodbye is all over entirely too quickly, knowing full well if he lingers for just a moment more then there would be nothing to stop him from staying, nothing to stop him from being with her no matter the costs, paying any price. But the pessimist in him rises again, reminding him that by morning he will be a dead man, reminding him that he’s nothing more than a coward for not confessing to his love that he will soon be gone, breaking his promise. His entire being ached. He rests his forehead against hers, a breathy “goodbye” leaving his lips as he practically flees the sheriff’s station, feeling his dark side consume more and more of his being and knowing that if he still had his heart, it would very well be broken.