So this is a short drabble I came up with out of the blue, well mostly cause I miss my girl friend something fierce and well that's a different story for a different time. I am not sure if I should make a full blown fic of this or leave it as is. There is ways I can take it, but I just dunno at the moment.
So I usually never write stuff like this, cause I'm a sucker for happy endings, if this isnt something you like then I'm sorry (not sorry)...please enjoy anyways.
I also took a quote from Peter Pan and modified it a tad.
Don't own em.
Sleep evades me like shadows to light, my mind grows weary and my nerves are on edge. A part of me is missing I know, for my eyes still search for you in a crowded group of oddly recognizable faces, but still strangers none the less. I smell your perfume on the back of the wind, that familiar scent that grabs me by the chin and beckons my head to turn and look. I not only search with my eyes but with my soul. The other half of my existence that yearns to be whole again, my soul will continue to search for you long after my eyes have given up and given in to the emptiness. Love to me was a word that was so short in writing, but bigger than me as a whole. It wronged me, it loved me, it killed me, and it revived me and most certainly lived for me, as much as I lived for it. Regina, you are the poem I never knew how to write and this life was the story I've always wanted to tell, I loved you at your darkest and I'll continue to love you no matter how dark the shadows get, because the sun will rise and the shadows will disappear and still I'll be there waiting in the light where things are okay and we can still breath.
Emma closed her journal with a sign and a silent tear. She always wrote for Regina in her journals hoping that one-day Regina would be able to read them.
One day.
Emma let her eyes scan over the sleeping figure, that lay so perfectly still that if one didn't know better; they would have thought the figure wasn't real. But reality was all too real with the constant sounds of beeping of a heart monitor that kept time with her own and the sounds of a breathing machine that pulsed the precious nectar of life through Regina's still form. Funny how we take things for granted, things that are so mundane to us in hindsight but so essential to us in the long run.
It had been 5 months, 19 days, 13 hours, and 30 minutes since Regina was in a car accident that left her in a coma, that no matter the power behind a True loves kiss could awaken the former queen and mayor from her dark slumber.
Emma had tried.
And Emma had failed. The savior it seemed was the savior no more.
She has ecstasies innumerable that other people can never know; but she was looking down at the one joy from which she must be forever barred.
Regina it seemed was never going to wake.
Well? Should I continue or no?
Let me know what you thought of it either way. I also posted it on tumblr. You can find me there: athenades87
Thanks for reading.
