Why.
It was the only word that ran through her mind, the one question she just couldn't seem to find the answer to. She should be happy, thrilled even, yet all she could do was stand there, confused about what she was feeling.
Regina Mills was nothing if not a determined woman, when she sought out to do something she saw it through until the very end. Yet as she stood over the still body of one Emma Swan, dressed in nothing more than a hospital gown and laying completely still, she felt empty, completely unfulfilled.
Ever since the pest of a woman rolled into Storybrooke in her death trap of a car, with her son in tow, she had wanted nothing more than to get rid of her, at any and all costs. It was supposed to bring her joy, bring her her son back, make everything go back to the way it once was. Yet it has done nothing, absolutely nothing.
As she looked around her, all she saw was grief. Her eyes landed on none other than Mary Margaret as she openly cried for the friend she thought would never awaken, flanked by the young waitress from the diner trying her best to console her weeping friend. Yet she found no one that could match the devastation she saw on the face of her son, as he looked upon the sleeping form of his birth mother.
She should be happy, it's all that she ever asked for, she deserved it. So why, why did she feel so empty inside. She had finally gotten the supposed Saviour to eat her forbidden fruit. Had she not done something right, had she forgotten a step in her plan. For what seemed like hours Regina stood there, asking herself questions she did not have the answer to.
So lost in her own mind Regina did not notice her own body moving ever so slowly closer to Emma. She did not notice the slight crackle of magic in the air the closer she got to her, how could she. As she reached her, all she could do was stare, stare at the still form of the woman who had brought her nothing but despair in the short time she had stayed in her town.
In that moment Regina felt as though she was a prisoner in her body, all she could do was watch as her own hand reached forward towards Emma, to tuck a piece of wayward hair away from the sleeping face. As she stared down at Emma, she willed herself to feel nothing for the woman she stood over, but as she felt a shutter in a heart she had thought stilled decades ago, a heart she had refused to feel any love in again after all she had lived through, she couldn't help but be more confused then she already was.
Regina felt faint tendrils of magic course through her veins at the contact with Emma, and she didn't understand it. Yet another question she did not have the answer to. She wanted to feel more, she needed to feel more. She slowly lowered herself to be face to face with Emma, and ever so slowly let her lips fall to the forehead of the sleeping Saviour. She felt it, coursing through her body and straight out, flowing across the entirety of her town. All she had worked for, the curse she had such faith in, broken, gone. She refused to believe the reason behind being able to break the curse, she couldn't believe such a thing, it would only ruin her more. But as she pulled away, confused brown eyes met clear green, and she thought she could learn to understand why. She could learn to believe, to be able to finally get the happy ending she deserved.
