“Emma? Emma, it’s me, Regina.”
Regina cautiously approached Emma from behind, willing for her to turn around.
“I know who you are, Regina.
The darkness may have taken my sanity but it didn’t take my memories.”
Regina ignored her sass and
shook off her fear, ‘It’s just Emma,
“Emma, won’t you turn around?
Look at me.”
Emma’s heart started to
pound-she didn’t know how she would react once she looked Regina in the eye.
Slowly, she turned to face the brunette. When their eyes met, something changed;
the hole that had been forming in Emma’s heart didn’t seem as big.
‘I think I’m going to be okay.’