Hi everybody! This is a translation from my French story. At the beginning it was an OS, but finally I wrote 13 chapters. My English is really awful. I make a lot of mistakes (grammatical, syntax etc), and I don't have a Beta Reader, so I'd understand if you are not interested by my translation or/and by my story. If you want to know the all story, post your reviews… lot of reviews (lol). Translate this story take me a lot of time so… I let you with this OS…

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Regina was upset. How did Emma have dared to make her that? She caught the glass of whisky that she had got, but instead of carrying it to her lips it ended its race against the wall, and burst into uncountable small crystal pieces which sprinkled from now on the ground.

It had been about one hour since the former Queen alternated fits of rage and crying fits. This evening, she had again lost everything. Why this family persisted in tearing away to her the slightest small bit of happiness she managed to acquire.

- WHY? WHY? She shouted. But there was not answer..

She had found refuge in the only place which brought to her some more of comfort, the boudoir of the family vault. Her enjoyments, her pains, her tears were all gathered here. And now a new piece came to be added to it this evening.

Sat in an armchair, she could not stop the tears which passed by along her cheeks. Nothing. She had nothing anymore but the anger and the vengeance which began quietly to find the way back of her heart. Her mother had always told her, love is a weakness and she was paying the full price.

While the idea of vengeance made its small way in the thoughts of Regina, small knocks were listened. She concentrated and she heard them again. Somebody was banging against the secret door of her boudoir. She made a fast gesture of the hand to know the identity of the individual who dared to come to bother her.

- Henry!?

She opened the door to the young teenager, who rushed in the arms of his foster mother.

- Henry! But what are you doing here? Is it Emma who sends to you? She asked with a point of anger in the voice.

- No! I came because I worried about you. You left so fast and you were so angry that I have …

- You were afraid that Evil Queen shaves this city and all its inhabitants with, she says of an icy tone.

- No! I know that you are not any more her. You will never be her. I was afraid for you mom.

Regina embraced her son and new tears flowed on the face of the former Queen.

- Mom…

- Yes? She answered slowly while continuing to hold firmly her son in the arms.

- Emma hates herself to have made you so sad and to have taken away Robin of you by coming back with Marianne. But you know, it is not of her fault. She did not know who she was, and she wanted to make what seemed to her right.

In these words Regina went away from his boy. She knew that he was right but it was above her strengths. Forgive Emma was above her strengths. To look at the happiness of the family Charming was above her strengths. Nothing. She had nothing more. She looked at her son with tenderness. She loved so much this little boy who had grown up so fast in one year. But she had not him any more. He looked for an apartment to live with Emma, her real mother. Thinking about that other tears arrived. She wipped them with the back of the hand while smiling to her foster son. She did not want to hurt him. And especially she wanted that he continues to love her. She had found the solution to her happiness.

- You should go back at home before everybody has too much worries for you and begins to want to gut the miserable queen to have kidnapped you, she told by letting escape a soft laughter.

Henry embraced by making her promise to call him tomorrow so that they can have lunch together, both. He knew that her mother was going to need him to surmount the punishment which lived in her from now. He had a new mission, to give to her foster mother the happiness she deserved. For him, she had changed, for her, he was ready for anything.

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- Emma… You should go back at home. It is late..

Emma looked at her friend. It had been hours since she was leaned at the counter to drink glass on glass. The alcohol would not certainly help her to get back the monumental mistake which she had just committed but at least it gave her a moment of peace.

- Emma…

- I go… I go…

- Do you want a ride?

- No, thanks. I'm going to walk. She answered while smiling to Ruby.

Without knowing really where her steps drove she still thought about all which had passed in the last days. Zelena had tried to change the past to build up to herself a better future and she had failed thanks to Regina. The former mayor had saved them one more time. And how had her one thanked by preventing her from being entitled too at her happy end. Because of her, the so-called Savior, Regina had lost love. Daniel was dead because of Snow, and to keep that tradition, the own daughter of Snow White had taken away from her the man for whom the queen had finally been given herself the right to love and to be loved.

Strangely Emma found herself in front of the house of the former mayor of Storybrooke. She looked her telephone. It was almost 2:00 am in the morning. Everything seemed silent inside. Did Regina have managed to fall asleep? She knew that Henri had seen her mother a little time after this one left hastily from Granny's. He had tried to console her, to show her that he loved her and that he was there for her. He hoped to have given her still the desire to fight to find her happy end. Would she make it for him? Hope again …

Incapable to remove her eyes from the immense manor house, the young woman felt her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her jeans. Who could call up well at this hour? She wondered while looking at the screen of cellular phone. Her heart stopped beating.

- Hell… hello? Her voice was shaking.

- Miss Swan…

She didn't dare to make a move, nor to pronounce a word. Her hand trembled, her heart was about to explode.

- Emma… Emma?

- Reg… Regina. I… I am…

- STOP!

The tone was irrevocable. Regina didn't want to listen to the apologizes from the Sheriff. To what would they have anyway been of use? That the blonde feels less guilty? Why would she accept them? For Henri, she caught thinking. She wants that he can know what is to be happy by being surrounded by the people who love you and what you love. She, had not been entitled to that or so little. She didn't want that for the only person for whom she still counted little.

- I'm sorry to have shouting Emma.

- …

- Emma? Are you still there?

- Huh… yes, yes.

The young blonde was nailed on the spot. Regina had really just apologized? Why? She had the right to roar her, even to beat her if they had been face to face. She would have let her make without flinching.

-I don't really know where to begin, the brunette says.

Emma could hear hesitation and sadness in Regina's voice. Without she really realizes it, tears began to flow on the cheeks of the young woman.

- I leave Emma for good this time. Storybrooke will not have to worry any more about the return of the Evil Queen.

-WHAT? Where are you, Regina? Don't do that, please! Think about Henry.

Emma was in tears in the phone but she didn't care. She wanted at all costs to prevent the ex mayor from making a stupid thing.

- It is exactly to him of whom I think.

The voice was quiet, soft as if everything was finally clear. Each listened to the tears of the other whom poured in handsets.

- I have nothing more. Twice I believed that I was entitled to my happy end and twice the fate decided on it differently. But this time I know that to avenge me will not return me the lost happiness. All that I want now it is to forget the pain. That too much hurts Emma and for too long.

- I'm begging you Gina…

- You let go yourselves Sheriff using small nickname. Undoubtedly to see frequently this pirate does not improve you, made fun the queen.

- …

- Love Henry for me Emma. I want him to be happy.

- Where are you? The blonde shouted.

- Where we can decide to start a new life without past …

For God's sake, the limit of the city, Emma thought.

- Don't move. I want that we discuss. You made a decision on a whim because you are angry and …

- I am not angry anymore. I finally realise that I didn't have a place among you.

- What I am going to tell to Henri? What I am going to make without you by my side? Emma sobbed.

- Tell him that I love him and who knows, one day maybe that the fate will allow me to have my happy end with him… and you. Goodbye Emma.

- NO, NO! I refuse to let you make that. But the beep at the other end of the line informed her that her interlocutor had hung up.

Regina looked for last time at the panel of Storybrooke. The mercedes crossed the border and the Evil Queen had stopped existing to make way for a brown, elegant, ambitious young woman and who wanted to smile at life.

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