This is the first things I’ve been able to finish since the season 3b final. I think that sums up how I feel about it. Hoping now my block has been broken I can write more.
I know it’s OQ week, so this might get buried, but I’m posting it anyway.
Robin has not been able to stop thinking about her and it’s making him drown in guilt.
These days Robin couldn’t remember what it was like to walk around without a heavy burden of guilt everywhere he went. It was unrelenting and tiresome… but there it was.
Because he knew in his heart of hearts how he was supposed to feel.
His wife, the woman he loved, cherished and downright adored had returned to him. She was- in nearly every sense of the term- back from the dead.
He was supposed to be happy. His heart so bursting with joy that he could barely contain it. He was supposed to be so overcome by his re-freshened love for her that he never wanted her to leave his sight.
He was, for Roland, thrilled that his son now had an opportunity to know his mother, beyond tales he would share.
But aside from that, all he felt was his heavy guilt.
Because at night when it was his wife by his side, it was Regina on his mind. In the day when they would stroll leisurely through town, it was Regina he was keeping an eye out for- hoping for a glimpse of her dark hair and petite stature. When it was his wife kissing him on the cheek, it was Regina lips he was picturing- and not just on his cheek- but on his lips- full and soft and full of passion.
The woman had not left his mind once and with that came the unrelenting guilt.