It was a quiet night for Tasmin Evans, the night the curse was broken, the night she remembered who she was. Before that, her older sisters, Misty and Vesper, and her had simply worked in a furniture store in town, Tasmin always wanting to do more. Misty, the oldest, had made the furniture while in the back, the talent coming naturally to her. Vesper, the middle child, had always been able to express the best emotions on her face and so sat behind the counter, a smile on her face, serving customers with a smile and a cheery "thank you" on their way out. Tasmin, herself, was always the most convincing with words... And a mop.
She worked on cleaning the floors and furniture, but forced to come out and play when a customer needed extra convincing. The three of them were quite the team, but Tasmin was always dreaming the day away, "wasting selling time" as her sisters said.
She wasn't exactly happy, but at least at the time, she was at peace with herself and her life. She might have wanted more, but that more was always a possibility, not like now.
The three girls never were the most popular in town, definitely not the most known, but that was fine with them. As far as they were concerned, they were the only company each of them needed except Tasmin didn't believe that.
She wanted love, she wanted marriage, she wanted children, a family of her own. She loved her sisters, but maybe that wasn't enough for her. It made her unbelievably guilty, but her desire was possible at least.
All that she wanted now was impossible, who she wanted was gone, already taken. Taken by someone who could never lose a battle, or at least as far she was concerned. So now she lived brooding, her own desire to be set free. Set free from love. Set free from unequal scales.
It only took her a few moments after the curse was lifted to realize who could travel to Storybrooke by means of magic. She knew he had a reason to come back, someone to see, she had simply hoped that maybe this time, he would be free from another woman.
The two of them had never really had any intimacy, just two kisses while he was drunk, his professing of at least his attraction towards her and her realization of her love towards him.
But that was her problem, he was still in love with his late true love, he could never move on or maybe he wouldn't move on, it didn't matter. She had no chance and she knew it. She still tried, but not as hard she could. Really, what was the point? She had no reason to pursue a taken man, even if the taker was dead.
So she soon gave up, becoming almost emotionless, hope already lost. Her once fiery, dreaming spirit, now gone.
The only time he ever saw any spirit within her was the time he saw her escape, her freedom giving her hope so he let her run away, let her leave him.
But that wasn't really what she wanted, she had hoped that maybe he'd come after her, show her he cared for her, but she never knew there was another way of showing care... Maybe even love.
But Tasmin, or Jinx at the time, hadn't seen much, most of her life stuck with her body in sand, her first husband being lost the minute he showed he never really loved her.
She lost everything she ever had with the boy and the chance of maybe starting over again was thrown out the window, or more likely the porthole.
And now he was back, his eyes on someone, but not her.