She never thought it would hurt this badly. Actually, she thought it might help. These idiots she was trapped with might think that she hadn't changed, that she had reverted to being the Evil Queen as soon as they returned to this realm, but her heart felt otherwise. She knew she was different; this realm didn't fit her anymore. She was no longer consumed by rage. She was just a hollow shell of the Evil Queen now. No hate, no love. Nothing.
As she stared into the eyes in front of her, the pain she felt was nearly unbearable. So much loss swept over her, and so much envy for the person standing before her. She wished for the woman's comfortable form fitting clothes instead of Regina's pinching corset. She wished to hold the hand of the young boy standing across from her, smiling so brightly and so full of love up to the woman beside him. But most of all, she wished for the woman's smile, for she was so comfortable where she was, with the person she loved most, finally feeling at home in the world. This woman never had her happiness ripped away from her. This woman had everything.
Finally she couldn't stand it, and fell to her knees in front of the mirror, letting herself sob at her own feet. Her eyes darted back up to the vision of herself and Henry standing above her and with a wave of her hand they disappeared. As her tears flowed freely she reached into her chest and let out a loud cry as she ripped out her heart. She watched it beat slowly in her hands, and waited for the tightness in her chest to release. A numbing sensation took over her body, and her tears slowed. She focused on her small black and red heart in her hands and whispered under her breath, they don't know me.