A/N: Hey, i got bored and wrote a short piece. Hope you like. I own nothing to do with OUAT.
It wasn't some big realisation, it wasn't a lightning bolt to the brain, it wasn't a lightning bolt to the heart. It was just a subtle realisation that, actually, she may not be completely straight.
It was feeling nostalgic on a Friday night when her son was with his other Mother. It was finding a bunch of old photos and noticing. It was noticing the clothes, the shirts, the rips in the jeans. It was noticing the way she stood, the way she sat and wondering. It was remembering, with a smile, the demand of having all her hair cut short and spiked when she was three.
It was remembering that one girl on that one day. That one day where not everything made sense but it made sense more than your average. A day of fun, a day of laughing, a day of the world not seeming like such a bad place. It was remembering the smiles and play fights and the never wanting it to end. It was remembering the way that one girl looked, the way she dressed, the way she sat and the way she stood. It was remembering the look in her eyes as the vehicle drove off. It was remembering the feeling of guilt when she let it. It was the missing of that one girl that lasted, left a mark.
It was looking in the mirror and realising. It was looking in the mirror and being ok with realising. It was jumping in the car to pick up her son from his other Mother. It was looking at the Mother of her child and saying 'Hey'.