It was a beautiful night, honestly, the wind was blowing in the right direction (she scoffed at that one), the right temperature, the moon was shining brightly.
She drove her car to Granny's, the to-go-to place of every person. You see, it was the only decent diner in town, the best food, the best coffee, the best alcohol. Seriously. She sat on one of the stools, offered Ruby a tight-lipped smile and rested her hands on the table.
"So, Regina, anything I can get you?"
"Anything good for a terrible, massive, black heart?" She smirked.
"Nothing really, except for an equally black coffee." Ruby joked.
"I'll have to drink that in order to find out." She laughed.
The door chimes sounded but she focused on Ruby's hands gently placing her coffee on the counter.
"You don't usually order black, now, Madame Mayor, what's up?" Ruby narrowed her eyes at her. Regina only shrugged her shoulders.
"Ruby, can I get three fries and a burger, to go?" He cleared his throat and sat on the seat beside her.
"Coming right up, David!"
Regina ignored the man sitting right beside her. She promised to, for herself and for him.
A familiar song turned up on the radio (Storybrooke's only radio station, mind you) and she almost cursed aloud. Of all the songs that those idiots (she would never admit, they were good) could play, it was the song she hated at the moment, and she hated even more because she was with him.
I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
She asked Ruby for the bill and tapped her fingers on the counter.
"Hey, um, Regina." She could hear his voice over the music. She was dreading every single second.
She paid for her coffee and stood up, leaving David staring at her.
"David, here you go." Ruby handed his take-out as he handed her the money.
He would never understand, now, would he?
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
The music from the diner was so loud that it could be heard from the parking lot. She hated it. What she hated more, though, was that he was following her.
She hated that song and she loved it. It was their first dance then their first date and their first kiss. She hated how much that song had meant to her – to them.
"Regina! Wait, please!" He ran after her.
She turned on the engine and the headlights. The radio turned on and it was that same damn song.
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
He was that guy that everybody loved, you know? He was their knight-in-shining-armor (or as he put it, flannel). He was that type of guy that would say that he loved his family, his friends and would gladly give up his life for them. She was so unlike him. She was reserved, all her emotions, put into one bottle and thrown into the sea. She would crush her heart if she needed to, silently, unknown.
The thing was, she crushed her heart for the wrong person. She risked losing herself to a person who didn't take the risk for her. She wanted to rewind it all. All of it.
She hated how he stood in front of her car. She could hear him pleading for her to stop the car.
She drove backwards and turned left. She quickly regretted doing it and not locking the doors.
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
She hated herself for falling for him in the first place. She hated him for "wholeheartedly" saying he was hers and not meaning it. And there she was now, a crying mess and him trying to stop her car.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
David opened the door to the passenger seat beside hers, he panted slightly.
"Regina, I know you're mad. Hear me out, please."
"Get out, please."
"I don't love her…"
"Think of it this way, Prince Charming, you only thought of yourself. You had me and Henry, weren't we enough? Do you know how much hurt you gave him? Of course you don't. If you did, you wouldn't have done what you did." She spat, more tears rolled down in rivers down her cheeks.
"Regina-"
"Okay, I knew I couldn't give you children, you knew that from the start. Why couldn't you just…" She composed herself, "leave. Please leave."
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
He slowly went out, still hesitant to leave her.
Once she heard the door shut, she immediately made a turn to leave the diner's parking area.
He stood there, defeated, watching her leave him.
Well technically, he left her first. He regretted that now.
The moment he kissed Mary Margaret, all he remembered was the moment, the spark, and her lips the first time they kissed. He apologized to Mary Margaret and ran away.
He never really understood why he looked for another woman when all he needed, all he wanted, all he loved was with Regina and Henry – his family.
It felt as if the world was going down on him, every corner, every street in the little city reminded him of their time together.
He was not going to leave them. He loved his life, his family, everything.
He had to go after her and find a way.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
He was running. He was running home.
He remembered her nightmares and the reasons why the nightmares occurred.
He remembered that she told him that she was grateful for him, and hoped he'd never leave.
"Listen, I'm never gonna leave you. No matter what happens, I'll never leave you." He remembered he had said. He mentally slapped himself for not living up to what he promised her.
She gave him a small smile and he hugged her and lulled her to sleep that night.
He remembered the night that he woke up at three in the morning, only to find her still awake. She told him everything. She bared herself to him that night.
She told him of her first love and how her mother had killed him. She told him of the arranged marriage she had with Mary Margaret's father, and how she had to escape the marriage because if she had told Mary Margaret of what her father had done, Mary Margaret would be crushed.
But he's crushed Regina more than Mary Margaret had been when she found out.
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
She wanted to go the day she met him, she wanted to avoid that road. She wanted to erase the memory of him, erase the first moment they looked into each other's eyes.
He wanted to go back to that day, to that moment. He remembered that the very same moment that he saw her, he knew he wanted to kiss her. He should have. He should have. He should have.
He wanted to change that night, so did she.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
He stopped in front of the gate of what they called home. It was dark outside, he checked his phone – 10:04 PM. He took a breath and entered through the gates and opened the door.
He stared, he blinked. No one, nothing. It was as if no one had lived in it in the first place.
He ran up to Henry's room, hoping, praying, that he was there, reading his comic books. He pushed the door open. No one, nothing.
She looked at the new surroundings. New home, new neighbors.
"So, Henry, honey. How do you like this new place?" She held her son, smiling.
"I love it, mom!" His son smiled back.
"Mom, what about dad, when will he be coming?" She knelt down to talk to her son.
"Honey-"
Three sharp knocks.
Henry opened the door.
"Regina, we need to talk." There, standing by the doorway was Emma with knitted brows and a concerned look.
"About what, Miss Swan? How to raise Henry? We've talked ab-"
"About David." Regina pursed her lips.
"Henry, how about changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth first? I promise we can have a Star Wars marathon tomorrow." She bent down a little.
"Really?" Henry's eyes brightened up.
"Really." They watched as the three year old quickly ran to his room. When they were sure that he was inside, Regina gave Emma a look.
"Not you too, Swan."
"Please, call me Emma."
"Fine, Emma. What about him?"
"He- uh, he's in a coma."
"What?"
"He got hit by a car. He's severely injured, but we were lucky to find him still breathing."
He was stunned. He was on the street, in the middle of it, actually.
The driver of the car kept on pressing the horn to make him at least move, but he stood still. The driver quickly stepped on the brakes, the car didn't stop in time.
"Who was the driver?"
Emma hesitated for a moment. She hated it. She hated having to tell Regina.
"Regina, it was Mary Margaret."
Regina just stood there, unmoving. It was terrifying, actually. She looked like a statue, barely breathing, mouth slightly agape.
"Regina, I don't really know what happened between the both of you. I wouldn't say that Mary Margaret is entirely innocent, because I know she isn't." Emma stared at the unmoving woman.
A single tear. That was it.
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met
"May I ask your relation to the patient, ma'am?"
"I'm his wife."
"I'm so sorry, David."
A/N
Hello dearies!
I haven't been writing in the fandom lately and OH MY, I MISS IT!
This is supposedly a oneshot but please review or follow if you want me to continue this!
-Hope-