One-Shot piece. My first story on here. It's kind of definitely short... Sorry?
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I OWN NOTHING.
You'd always had a lot of regrets. Fosters homes that you'd wished that you'd tried harder in, friendships that you should have fought for, a son who you should have held. You try not to think about them - when you're the saviour of an entire bizarre and mystic town it's best not to focus too much on your flaws - but sometimes you can't help it. Like when you found Neal after all those years, or when Hook came to you back in New York, pulling you and Henry from your fantasy life, or when you managed to ruin your friendship with Regina through a simple choice, one which seemed like the right one at the time.
But you aren't the only one. Your seemingly perfect parents had made plenty of mistakes - some they tried to justify, others there were no excuses for. Like what they'd done to Maleficent... For you.
With all your flaws and all your regrets, you still aren't sure that you can forgive them. They had been wrong, and selfish... And as far from heroic as you could get. What they'd done could almost be described as villainous...
They didn't deserve your forgiveness, and they didn't even deserve a saviour. Not at the price it'd cost. They'd lied, tricked and deceived you, and then put on happy smiles and tried to smooth it all up. As if it'd be that easy.
But maybe it wasn't all bad, not now. Here you are, standing in Granny's Cafe beside your parents and son, waiting along side the rest of the town for Maleficent to appear. Well, Maleficent with her daughter.
The door opens, the bell rings. You sit up, back now straight, eyes wide with shock as you stare at the woman who'd had your darkness poured into her. You knowsher and would recognise her anywhere. She's right up there with your greatest regrets. She's the last person that you'd considered a friend before coming here. Without realising it, a grin breaks onto your lips. You stands up.
"Lily?"
The woman looks at you, and smiles back, a little cautiously as though unsure where the two of you stand - which is perfectly reasonable considering that the last time the two of you spoke was years ago and you essentially told her to screw it. But it's still a smile.
"Emma?"
You nod, and the two of you share another smile, each remembering a time with no regrets and a seemingly ever-lasting friendship.
Maybe for once things will work out.