Hi! This is my first fic. I'm kind of nervous but I figured I'd give it a go and see what happens. I'm hoping that this provides opportunities for me to become a better writer, so please review and let me know what you think I could work on! This is just a little one-shot to get me started. Enjoy!
Emma stood at the very edge of town. The top of her converse practically brushing the line, she stared straight out at the trees beyond. The air would have given her a chill if not for the ever present red leather jacket she had on. As it was, the air stung as she took deep breaths. Perhaps if she focused on only the act of breathing, the rest of her life would become as simple and organized as the act itself.
In, out, in, out.
Doubtful.
Emma knew everything had changed the moment she had first crossed this line. That moment had led her to the most horrible of pain and the deepest of sadness. Since then she was tethered here by that most unexplicable of forces. Love. How could she trust the changes in her life? Yet even so how could she not? Here she had found the greatest of love stories and the largest wealth of happiness. There had been times, in the beginning, that she had wished she could cross back over and all would return to how it was. But not now. Not ever anymore. She could never imagine life without Henry, or her parents, Hook, even Re...
As if pulled from her very thoughts, the brunette stalked forward from a cloud of purple smoke, causing Emma to jump.
"God Regina, could you not?"
"Yes, let me simply amend my ways of transportation for your peace of mind, dear." Regina smirked, her eyes flashing with equal parts amusement and annoyance.
Emma simply took another breath and turned away, looking back out over the trees. For the last few days her magic had been prickling along her skin, making her feel unwelcome in her own body. She knew she had to master her emotions if she wished to feel whole again. But in this town, emotions were a roller coaster.
Suddenly she felt arms around her. Emma stiffened only to recognize Regina's perfume. She sat frozen, attempting to understand the sudden closeness, and only in that beat of stillness did she realize she was crying. Sobbing, actually. Her body shook and magic snapped and cracked in the air around her. Yet Regina only held her tighter absorbing the magic, and tears, she shed.
Emma felt lighter somehow. As if each choice she made was being accepted, was approved, as each corresponding tear fell. She had found, and fought for, a family. Emma now had people to turn to, people whose shoulder she could cry on. And as vulnerable as that made her feel, it was nothing compared to the strength it filled her with. Her magic slowly seeped back into her, where she felt its warmth gather in her chest. The air was calm. The dusk was silent.
For just as quickly as she began, Emma stopped crying. With a last deep breath, she straightened up. She sat with Regina in silence until together they stood, straightened their shoulders, took one last look behind them, and walked back to town.