I've got you deep in the heart of me (3/3)
“Fuck you,” Emma says, breathing heavily. “Fuck you. I thought you got it.”
Regina shakes her head. “You don’t even get it,” she says, bitterly mocking. “You don’t know what you want. You’d rather believe in a fraud than you would acknowledge that it doesn’t matter. Isn’t that what your New York dream is?”
It’s over a year of animosity restrained, Regina’s resentment finally unleashed with the threat of Emma running, and– “You’re wrong,” Emma says, straightening. “You’re wrong about this. I always knew what I wanted.” She’d done what she’d done in spite of it, and if Regina doesn’t know that, then…
She turns on her heel, yanking open the study door and barely noticing Henry on the other side of it, gaping at her. “Enjoy your new soulmate,” she bites out, stalking toward the door. “I know he will.”
Regina says, “Go to hell,” and Emma storms out the front door, slamming it behind her.