She looked over the town line over the haze of purple smoke, when she realized something she wished she knew a long time ago. The tires of her hideous yellow car rolled over the orange line as she reached out her arm to make them stop. To make them wait. But it was too late. They were gone. She was gone. And her last testament to this world was four words;

"I love you Emma."

And with that, the woman she now realized she loved forgot she ever existed, washed away in purple smoke.

One year Later

...

She pounded her fist on the door, tears forming in her eyes as she hopelessly continued knocking. She had been there for an entire minute and no one had answered the door. What if they weren't here? What if she had gone to the wrong address?

"What is the point..." she mumbled under her breath tucking a piece of her raven hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her right ear. "They won't remember me and there is no way in hell I can convince her to come back." She wiped a single tear away and began to walk away when the door flung open.

She swung around on her heels causing her short hair to flip over her shoulder. Those green eyes. Golden blond hair. She couldn't believe it. After an entire year of waiting, here she was. "Emma!" She said as she stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around the younger woman.

"Do I know you?" she asked trying to remove the strange woman from her body.

Regina removed her arms and stood proudly with a big grin. "Yes, well you did know me. It has been some time since we have crossed paths, but I know you will remember me soon."

She had played this moment out in her head may times over, but it was much more different than she had expected, because when she wove her fingers through her long blond hair and placed her lips upon hers, she expected pure bliss, not to be thrown against the concrete hallway. She felt as if the air had completely been knocked out of her as she fell against the wall.

"Get away from my house!" The blond yelled re-entering her apartment and slamming the door shut.

Regina sat still in a heap on the floor, unmoving. Pathetically she began to cry silently. True loves kiss was meant to break any curse. And Emma still could no longer remember her, thus her love was never true. She heard the faint voice of her son from the other side of the door. "Who was that?"

"It was nobody."

Something skidded across the floor making a squeaking sound. "Hey mom?" Henry's voice spoke again.

"What!"

"Where you wearing lipstick earlier?" He asked curiously.

"Ummm... of course kid! Go get your books, the bus is coming soon."

Regina picked herself up of the ground and reached into her pocket book's pocket and pulled out a large wrapped package and put next to the door where Henry could find it when he came home from school. She attached a tag to the package where in fancy script she had written out; 'Even the possibility of a happy ending is possible. Thank you for believing in me, Henry- RM'

Looking back at the door, she felt accomplished in the life she was able to give them with out either knowing of it. She felt a pride, yet still the bitter ting of being along still lingered in her heart. "You will remember me one day." she whispered as she walked out.

The bus drops Henry Swan at the front door the the apartment building where he lives at exactly 2:49 every week day. He opens the gate with his code and runs up the four flights of stairs to get to his home at 2:52. He usually opens the door and takes off his shoes, but instead he found something different. A package wrapped in brown paper sat next to the door. He picked it up carefully and scanned the note on it.

RM?

Who is RM?

He took of the tag and slid it into his back pocket behind his cell phone and tore the package open. Taring the wrappings, he revealed an older book. On the cover page was engraved in golden lettering the words 'Once Upon a Time' in an old fashioned script.

Once Upon a Time? Like fairy tails? Not like he was little anymore. He was almost thirteen, far too old to be interested in children's fairy tales, but something made him decide to flip oven the cover to a picture of a woman holding a baby in her arms with a big smile on her face. The baby was wrapped in a blanket, where he could clearly see the name 'Emma' in purple lettering.

Mom?

He looked both ways to see if his mother was anywhere in sights. Seeing her not there, he quickly made his way inside of the house and dashed into his room hiding the book under his bed.

It was cold as he felt the wind blow through his hair. He was perched on top of some play set in the shape of a castle where he overlooked the ocean. "Henry!" a sweet voice called from bellow. He turned around to see a woman with short black hair wearing a black suit jacket and skirt with a red blouse held out her hand to him. "It is time to go home."

"Coming mom!" He said jumping off the bottom step of the castle. He was far shorter than the woman, his head only coming up to he waist. He had to look up to see into her eyes.

"I told you not to keep running off like that." She said as she tapped his nose. "Better be careful young man."

"I will be!" He said reaching up to grab her hand. He quickly walked to keep up with her pace as she walked him away from the park. "Mommy?"

"Henry?" Emma called snapping Henry out of his day dream.

He quickly shook his head and let go of the metal fork he had held tightly in his hand dropping it with a clank onto his plate.

"Did you just call me mommy?" Emma said with a laugh. "I haven't heard that one in years!"

"Shut up!" he said flinging a fork full of peas toward his mom.

"Hey! Eat your vegetable! Don't throw them!" She scolded picking up her empty plate and bringing it into the kitchen to be washed.

Henry grunted as he continued to push the few remaining fork fulls around on his plate. Who was that woman? It seemed so real, but it couldn't be. Emma was his mom, she had always been. And this woman, she seemed so real, her face so familiar, yet he didn't have any idea who she had been.

He pushed the last few mouth full of the green vegetable into his mouth with a scowl and brought his plate over to the pile of dirty dishes that Emma was loading into the dishwasher. He quickly walked out of the room and into his. "What's your rush?"

"I got lots of homework." he lied rushing into his room and shutting the door.

"I expect perfects on all of them!" Emma yelled to him as she continued to clean.

Henry lifted the quilt to see the book he had shoved under his bed. He flipped through the pages of it, one close to the back falling out with a picture of a woman in a long black gown with an evil grin on her face talking to a man in a jail cell. That was her. That was the woman he had saw! But why did he see her? He had never even seen these pictures before and this woman was clearly never his mom.

Confused he shoved the page back into the end of the book and shoved it back under his bed to where it was before. When things got weird, he thought it just best to pull out his iphone and to play some games, and now was one of those moments. He booted up one of his favorites and a happy go luck melody filled the room as he began to seen little cartoon birds flying across the screen. He never even saw the note that was attached to his package landing on the messy floor of his bedroom reveling four more words on the back;

'I love you Henry'

A/N Such feels! This needed to be posted tonight. We all need a pick me up after tonight's episode!

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