Captain Swan Week ● day 4, you often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it

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I was voting on the “Teen Choice Awards” website. Everything was okay and then I found this…
Look at the picture, they’re using…
You’re welcome.
EVERYTHING IS CAPTAIN SWAN AND NOTHING HURTS
His breath hitched as thoughts ran through his head, so quickly it made him dizzy. Hatred toward himself for not being there to protect her. Doubt that this would work, bitterness because it would not work. True love had to be requited, and he was sure that she would never feel for him what he did for her. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.
“What is he doing here?” David pulled out his gun and stormed furiously toward Hook. The edge of his eyes were rimmed with red, a sure sign of tears. He shoved the pirate, making him stagger backwards. “Get the hell out of here!”
“David, it’s okay,” Mary Margaret reached for his hand, but he shoved her away. Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes fluttered shut, letting the tears stream down her cheeks.
“It’s your fault!” David yelled, pulling the gun to Hook’s head. “It’s your fault and you probably don’t give a damn.”
“What the bloody hell is going on?” Hook hissed, glaring at the prince. His glance flicked over to Mary Margaret, whose shoulders were shaking with tears. He pointed at himself with his hook and widened his eyes threateningly, “I’m the captain of this ship. I demand to know.”
“Oh, don’t act so innocent, pirate,” David spat the last word, and Hook flinched, as if the name had physically wounded him. David lowered his arm and threw him an object, which he caught with his good hand. Hook stared at it, twisting it around to examine it from every angle.
“And this is..?”
“This was found by her body. There was poison in your rum bottle, Hook. You poisoned her, you killed her.” David’s strong armor came crashing down as his voice cracked with disbelief, fury, anguish.
Shock and indignation dawned across Hook’s face, and he seemed to crumple. The bottle fell from Hook’s hand, landing on the floor with a sickening crash. Pieces of brown crystal scattered across the floor, and his eyes iced over. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, and closed it again. When he spoke, he felt so weak, his words were but a whisper. “She’s dead?”
OMG THAT ENDING
Thank you, my friend! <3