'Today, was one of the worst days of my whole, entire, miserable life. My best friend, sister, my soulmate, was taken away from me by this cruel, horrible world. She was held by her slim shoulders, as a tall man grabbed her and shut her inside the car. She was adopted, finally, by a couple from Maine. Mary Margret and David were there names, the woman a small, petite lady, with short black hair. The man, a well-built, tall figure. The two were practically perfect, Emma would fit right in, I hope anyway. I will miss her like mad, but I can't deny her the chance to find her happy ending, her happy family, even if it means she moves a thousand miles away from me. I'll never see her again. It broke my heart. Ever since she was pushed into the car this morning by her social worker, there was a hole in my heart, that would never be filled.'
Regina Mills slammed her diary shut, tears racing down her cheeks and threatening to seep into the pages. She sobbed as she remembered her blonde friend, her green-blue eyes, her luscious long blonde curls, her smile that could light up a dark room. She remembered when she first met her, when Emma walked into her room at the orphanage, a sad smile on her face as she introduced herself.
"You'll be sharing a room with Regina Mills, dinner is at 5 and I hope you will feel welcome here Emma" Paul, her social worker said, as he left her alone in the tiny room. Emma sighed and dropped her small bag on the floor, the bag consisting of a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and 3 or 4 outfits. Emma looked around the room and then the small brunette who was watching her, stood up and cleared her throat. "Hi, I'm Regina" The 5 year old said quietly. Emma gulped shyly, "Hello, I-I'm Emma Swan" Regina giggled, "like the bird?" She said smirking. Emma smiled a little, then nodded.
Regina sighed. She hoped Emma would be happy with this new family, she deserved it, after her parents left her at the side of the road, and everything she went through in previous foster homes. She sat back on her bed in her now empty room, and cried, her shoulders shaking from her sobs which filled the silent room.
Emma opened her eyes after falling asleep in the car journey to her new 'home'. She scoffed at the thought after every other place she's called home, and after all the times she had been sent back. Mary Margret opened her door and held her hand as she clambered out of the car, her legs floppy and jelly-like after the long ride. Emma yawned and grabbed her small bag from the back seat. David has already walked up to the porch and was opening the door to the house. The house was small, but perfect for a small family. Emma followed Mary Margaret into the house and removed her shoes as soon as she was inside.
"Now, Emma, I hope that you will feel welcome here, and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask sweetheart" The petite woman said with a grin. Emma just nodded with a small smile, not quite reaching her eyes.
"If you will follow me Emma, I will show you your room" David said, and took Emma's bag, carrying it up the stairs for her. Emma padded along behind David and peered around her room once they were inside. Her eyes widened at how big it was. She had a red duvet cover on, which was her favourite colour, and her walls were white. There was a wardrobe, and a small beanbag chair in the corner of her room. "What do you think Emma?" Mary Margaret asked. "I,I like it, thank you" Emma said quietly. Mary Margret beamed at her response, and then the pair left Emma to get settled in. She sat on the large, comfy bed, and leaning against her wall. She looked around the room, and wished to see her brunette friend, sitting in the corner like she did when she first arrived at the orphanage. Emma's eyes filled with tears, remembering that seeing Regina now would be as possible as flying to the moon and back on a broomstick would be. She buried her head in her knees and cried. She sobbed her young heart out, knowing of the fact she would never see her best friend again.
When Emma woke the next morning, she looked around the room and panicked when she didn't hear an extra person snoring lightly in the room. She sat up and rubbed her fist to her eyes, remembering how Regina wasn't here anymore, and she never would be. Emma climbed out of bed and joined Mary Margaret and David for breakfast. The couple were already sat around the table when Emma resurfaced from the night before.
"Morning honey" David said, placing a plate in front of the blonde as she sat down at the round table. Mary Margaret flashed her a smile. "Morning" Emma said. "Thank you" she added when the plate full of pancakes was set down in front of her. "Is there anything you would like to do today Emma?" Mary Margaret asked. Emma shook her head, "no, not really" she said quietly, her eyes not once looking up to face her new parents. David frowned, and sat down next to Emma. "Is something wrong, Emma?" He asked, wondering what they had done wrong. Emma sighed and set down her knife and fork. "It's just…My friend, Regina…I-I miss her" she answered, her eyes filling with us shed tears.
"Oh Emma, I'm sorry" Mary Margaret cooed as she rubbed Emma's back.
"I'm sure your friend will be just fine" David added.
Emma nodded, not convinced. Even if Regina was fine, Emma wouldn't be until they were back together again.
"I'm going to get ready" Emma said quietly, before clearing her plate and running upstairs, leaving Mary Margaret and David frowning and sighing, they would have to get used to parenting a girl who had just experienced a loss in her life.
Regina was shouted down to breakfast by one of the members of staff. She quickly changed and then headed down on her own for food. She sat at the table in the corner, usually her and Emma occupied the seats, but with Emma gone for good, she sat alone. Her eyes darted around, frowning as she heard whispers about where 'the blonde girl' had disappeared to, and how 'the brown haired girl was now all alone'. Regina bit into the toast, and drank the stale cup of tea in front of her. She sunk back into her seat as the other boys and girls pointed at her, and then burst into fits of laughter. Finishing her breakfast quickly, she headed back to her room and didn't come out until meal times. This routine was the same for the next 2-3 months.