Prologue
"No, please," Emma stared at the woman in front of her as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "Please, don't let me forget you, Regina." She pleaded. The Mayor's hand fell to her side and she would've dropped the scroll if it weren't for Leroy saying something about the ominous green clouds getting closer.
"You need to save Henry." Regina tried to school her features so that they looked harsh but she could feel tears falling down her cheeks; she was losing both her son, and a woman she had come to look to as her own personal savior.
"I don't want to lose you." Emma choked out. She didn't know why she was bringing this up now, of all times; but she couldn't bear to lose Regina. There was something so strong in her heart that pulled her towards the other woman. She had never felt this before, and she didn't know what to call it, if she wanted to call it anything. The only thing she knew was that she didn't want to forget it; and she most certainly didn't want to forget Regina.
"This isn't about me, this is about Henry, it has always been about him." Regina stood up straighter. Emma followed her example as she wiped at her eyes. As Regina lifted the scroll up both of their eyes glanced at it. Emma grabbed Regina's wrist and pulled her forward. Anyone watching the pair thought she was going to kiss her but instead her lips stopped dangerously close to Regina's ear.
"Don't let me forget you." She whispered fiercely. Regina couldn't speak. She simply nodded her head and pursed her lips. Emma took it as a goodbye, as much as the former Evil Queen could give. Henry was turned around in his seat and stared back as Emma got into the yellow bug. He didn't turn around until the car pulled across the spray-painted orange line and the purple clouds blocked out his vision of the dark haired woman with tears running down her face as she lifted her hands out in front of her.
"Mom?" Henry suddenly asked as Emma trained her eyes back on the road in front of her instead of staring in the rearview mirror; she couldn't recall what made her so focused on what was behind her anyways. The day was sunny and even though it was the dead of winter in Maine it was still beautiful. She had a ghost of a smile on her lips when she glanced at her son.
"Yeah kid?" She smirked. He grinned and poked her arm with his boney elbow.
"I told you there wasn't anything up here!" He grinned. Emma chuckled softly as her fingers wound around the worn steering wheel.
"I guess you were right." She smiled. "But it was nice to get away from the city, wasn't it?" She asked. He nodded vigorously.
"Oh yeah! I could live out here." He went back to staring out the window and they returned to their silence.