The execution ballad, that's what your mother called it when the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest sang in tune to the beat of your footsteps on the stone floor.
When she first told you about this you were very confused (then again, you were a very confused child; always wondering why and never getting the answers to the questions you so coveted) and had asked why someone would call something that, after all, an execution is when someone is killed for being bad, so why should walking on a stone floor be like dying?
Your mother laughed at you then (all pitying and morbidly amused, as if she couldn't quite believe that she created something so innocent, and so, so, stupid), patting your soft cheek with something akin to fondness before getting up and leaving, not to be seen by you for another week. You were confused by that as well.
But now you aren't.
Now you know the bitter sweet sound of your own execution.
Now you know that fear that men feel when faced with their own mortality.
Now you know the quiet desperation of a young bride.
Now you know how it feels to have your heart shudder to a stand still, and how horrible it is to sell your soul to a man whose heart is owned by a ghost.
So when you say 'I do' you let that beautiful, soul breaking ballad drown out the little, permanently confused girl inside of you who's screaming as loud as her broken lungs can and smother the tremble of your lips with a soft smile and an even softer laugh.
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I frickin love Regina so much. And I have so many feelings about her, I think I could fill a book with them.
I just want her to be happy! ...and marry Emma. (swan queen 5eva)