Written for Gunner4life as thank you for all of her wonderful reviews. The prompt was that this time, it's Emma who is in the wrong in their relationship. Whether it was fixable and who else was involved was writers choice, so I hope you enjoy!
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Regina took one last look over the table she had laid, smiling at the way the candlelight flickered over the place settings, highlighting the orange and reds of the flowers she had placed in centre of the table. Flowers she had picked herself from the Enchanted Forest earlier that day when testing Emma's gift. Hearing keys in the front door, she quickly straightened out her dress before trotting through to the foyer, watching as the door swung open and the sheriff stepped inside.
"Hi," she smiled, leaning in to place a kiss to the blonde's cheek.
"Hey," Emma replied, stepping back to pull off her coat. The blonde looked Regina up and down, her eyes roving over red heels, the tailored black dress and perfectly coiffed hair. She followed the older woman through to the dining room, taking in the scene in front of her. What was the woman even thinking? "What the hell is this?" she hissed.
Regina turned to the blonde, a frown decorating her features. "What?"
"You think that one fancy dinner is going to apologise for what you've been doing with him?"
Regina continued to frown. She continued to stare at the blonde, not understanding where the sudden behaviour was coming from.
"Are you not even going to say anything?" growled Emma, rounding on the brunette. "Not even one word in your defence? Or did you just think I was too stupid to even notice?"
Regina stepped back as Emma advanced, her anger written all over her face. She had been in many verbal spars and even physical fights with the blonde before, but she had never before been afraid of her.
"You did, didn't you? You thought I was too stupid to fucking notice? That you could just go and do what you want with whoever you want, and I would be none the wiser! It's sick Regina!"
"Emma-"
"NO!" shouted the blonde, advancing on the smaller woman. "You've had time to say your piece. Now it's my turn!" She started pacing, meanwhile Regina remained still and silent, her back against the wall. "Did you ever even care? Or was I just a convenient amusement, huh?" She shook her head, her blonde hair flying. "Do you even know how to care? Or are you just that fucked up? You probably enjoyed toying with me! Got your evil little kicks watching the clueless Sheriff! You and Jefferson probably laughed about it together!" Finally the blonde looked up to where Regina was cowering in the corner, tears in her eyes. "Well, no more!"
Regina watched helplessly as the blonde turned on her heel and stormed towards the front door. She heard the front door slam, and found herself unable to move. She wanted to chase the blonde, to explain, but she knew right then that the blonde wasn't going to listen to reason, and that nothing she had to say right then was going to help calm her down. Instead, all she could do was cry. She felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks, and made no effort to hold them back.
Instead, she pushed herself away from the wall, moving to take her seat at the perfectly set table. She looked longingly at the full wine glass that sat by Emma's plate, but refused to let herself indulge. Instead, she reached and plucked one of the flowers from the vase in the centre of the table, inhaling the familiar scent. She wondered how tonight, that had meant to be one of such celebration, had gone so wrong…
