She felt her soul being rotted. She felt her whole world stop infront of her. The man who had just told her the three words, that she had always needed to hear, was embracing his wife. His supposed to be dead wife. The past.. It had changed.

She snapped herself at Emma.

"You did this?" She asked broken in tears but held her head up not showing how hurt she was.

"I just wanted to save her life.." Emma said scared.

"You are just like your mother" she spat out "never thinking of consequinses."

And with that the queen left. She felt pure rage towards Emma. God she just wanted to snach her head off. But deep down she knew she didn't mean this to happen. Her happy ending, love was taken from her again.

Only minutes before...

She felt her soul light up. She felt her whole world stop infront of her. The man she had met under a month ago (actually year ago in the Enchanted forest) was saying those three words she had needed to hear her whole life.

How was it possible that just with three simple words someone could make you feel so loved, so cared.. so special? She felt that as he stood infront of her saying those words. He held her by her hands, swinging them back and forth before he pulled her into loving kiss.

Her whole world stopped around her. She forgot that Roland was waiting for them at the diners door. She forgot the pain that shoot on her back because of the wounds that Zelena had caused. She forgot that once upon a time she was a lonely little girl, who didn't think there was a happy ending for her.

But now she had her happy ending and she wouldn't let anyone take it away from her.

Hours after...

She was crying. Sobing over him, over a man. But he wasn't just any man. He was her happy ending. Her second chance- and propably her last. She had open up to him.

Let her walls down. Let him in. She had trusted him with her whole soul. She had loved him with her whole soul. But now she had her walls up. They shoot up the second he called her wife and embraced her. She no longer trusted him. But she loved him so much. She couldn't let go. She loved him with all her heart.

She stormed to her house and got quickly to the living room. Her heart stoped all of their picnic was left.. Well almost everything, exept his love for her. She walked to the sofa and grabbed his wine glass. She stared at it for a while. This morning his lips were on this glass then they were on her lips and now they were gone.

She threw the glass to the wall the wine spreading wildly to to the wall falling down. She took the whole bottle he had brought the night before and smashed it against the wall glass flying to her skin. One peace cut her cheek ones her arm. This pain felt nothing to her. She kneeled down to the pool of wine and glass. She reached for one glass and pressed it againt her neck.

She couldn't do it. Not for Henry she couldn't leave him. So instead she placed it on her arm and pressed it writing 'EVIL'. She whimmerd a little of the pain and as she was finished she threw the peace of glass from her hand and looked down to her arm where the word shone with blood. She grinned before she got up and got another bottle. But not for to throw it, but to drink it.

After hours of drinking she noted that it didn't work it didn't take away the pain he had caused her.. She no longer believed in love. She was broken. She grawled upstairs to her bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next morning she felt like crap. She shoot herself up and hurried to the bathroom, throwing up. All the drinking she had done hadn't helpt at all to her heart break. It had only caused her throwing up and feeling horrible.

Days and weeks went by. She didn't eat, didn't sleep. She just layed on her bed until she felt lazy and moved downstairs to the couch. She had put a spell on her house that no one could come close to it. All the windows were coverd with black. Her life wasn't going on a good direction.

She had forgot about the only thing she loved, Henry, and had hurt herself many times. She had cut her legs arms and ripped the wound open again and again. She didn't eat anymore. She weighted ten pounds less, her arms and lefs were tiny, her cheeks were smal. Her face was pale and she didn't look good at all. She was slowly getting worse and worse until one day she wouldn't wake up anymore.

It had been a month. She was so tiny the jacket she wore was huge on her. She was walking towards Granny's the place she had lost her love propably forever. She stepped in the bell ringing. There were only a couple people there whick she thanked. She didn't want anyone seeing her like this, or at all.

"Regina you look-"

"Don't say anything." She replied to the older woman behing the counter.

"Just please make me a pasta, and to go please." She said almost starting to cry.

She hadn't seen or spoken to anyone since she last time was here. Not even to Henry. She couldn't let her son see her this way. She heard the door open and looked back seeing the man she had given everything and he had tossed her aside. She quickly looked back as she saw his wife and Roland step in after him. She wanted to cry, so badly.

He had stopped moving. He saw the woman she loved infront of her broken, sick.

He had done this to her. He wanted to go to her and wrap his arms around her, tell her how sorry he was and that he loved her. But it wouldn't do any good.

She held back her tears as she felt his eyes on her. She heard how his wife called for him many times but she knew he hadn't moved. Granny came back with the paprerbag. Regina looked up to the old womans eyes her own filled with tears. The old womand looked back at her sadly feeling sorry for her. She gace the money with her shaking hands before she quickly whiped most of the tears from her face as she turned to go.

She was walking at the door feeling his eyes on her. She looked to the side and saw him. She hid her sobb as she stepped out tears falling down her eyes. He saw her face. But her face was pale, cheeks small and eyes red and teary. He couldn't do this anymore. So he walked after her leaving her wife and son there.

"Regina." He said after her.

She felt tears storm out of her eyes. She loved him so much, but he didn't.

She kept walking but felt his touch on her forarms, and she winsed. He had pressed to the cuts on her arm.

He pulled her sleeve up seeing the word evil shine there. He looked up at her seeing her weak, broken.

"Please let me go.." She cried not able to see anymore because of the tears in her eyes.

"Regina I can't do that.. I love you. And I don't want you to hurt youself."

"I would hurt myself?! No.. You did all that already." She cried.

He felt his world stop. He really had hurt her, so much.

"Regina-"

"Please Robin.." She cried. "Let me go."

She let it all out. Cried and sobbed compleatly broken.

He realized he couldn't help. He would only hurt her more. So he let go of her.

She walked quickly away. Was he really this easily letting her go? Was he really giving up this easily? Was he really this easily letting the love they had go? Let her go? Get over her..

He had let her go..