Real life sucks and this is how i deal with my shit. Swanqueen but not happy ending. I'm sorry.
Completely lost, as if she didn't recognise the streets she had designed and lived in for nearly 40 years. Lost, as if everybody in this small magical town were unknown to her. Lost, like someone who doesn't know where her north is.
Two years, one week, three days. The longest her true happy ending had lasted. Something simple as a glass of the best cider you've ever tasted, that's how everything started one night, just after a family dinner. Two women, both beautiful and smart, brave and honorable, the saviour and the queen.
Some laughter, a few confidences, one or two stupid jokes. A first kiss. Mouths opened, tongues battling, hands roaming in and outside the clothes fabric, whispered words of love and eternity. The biggest lie.
Secrets started soon. No parents knowing about them. No telling Henry. Sex, every now and then, just when Emma was free and horny. No holding hands, zero public displays of affection but, sometimes, the saviour had said those three little words. "I love you", nothing more and nothing less, but for Regina that was heaven.
Suspicions and proofs where everywhere. The ironic smile of a drunk pirate. The sarcastic smirk of a wolf turned into sex on legs. The innoncence of the happiness of a long lost mother. Unexisting friends and reasons for such a small town.
Regina wasn't stupid. Over the months, proofs were collected and lies uncovered. If only her heart could accept it. She believed Daniel and let love blind her eyes and cloud her judgement. She thought Emma was different, brave... But everything was as fragile as purple smoke.
Tonight was it. The saviour and the pirate were having something like sex on a very public place. She didn't react, only felt numb. But it was the final straw. So, her legs finally took her back home, packed some belongings and went away forever.
Henry, someday, would understand.
