I recommend reading this to the song Photograph by Ed Sheeran
Emma learned that loving Regina was like loving a flame, at times it roared with life and it burned so bright it was hard to look at with its beauty but some days… it dwindles to an ember, it needed help to be stoked, to be taken care of, to be nurtured back to that flame that burned brightly. Emma loved all of Regina and on those days when she needed help Emma was there, just there to be her rock, her steady place to keep the wind from blowing out the flame.
Emma could tell today was a bad day; Regina didn't wake up for work - didn't even get up for work. Emma didn't ask why she was this way today, Regina would tell her if she wanted to but if not then Emma wouldn't pry, it never helped anything. They were curled together in bed after Emma sent Henry to school, Regina with her head on Emma's chest, listening to her heartbeat.
Fingers threading through Regina's dark locks over and over to sooth Emma didn't mind as Regina clutched at her tank top. "I wish…" Regina stopped her thought as she realized she was saying it out loud, Emma paused the gentle stroke through Regina's hair to look down at Regina.
"What do you wish?" Emma murmured into the top of Regina's head. "You can tell me – I won't laugh," Emma promised with a kiss to the top of her head.
"I just wish," Regina breathed out closing her eyes. "you knew how much this helps me," burrowing closer to Emma she clutched the white tank top under her tighter, allowing the warmth of Emma's body to warm her soul.
Emma smiled gently. "I would do it even if it only helped a little," Emma promised.
Regina had bad days but Emma made them bearable.
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