(Scene: Mary Margaret's house)
Emma sat, a war, a conflict in her mind. Do you tell her and let out all your emotions? Do you keep your walls up and prevent yourself from another heartbreak? The blonde was sitting on the edge of the bed in such a flustered state. There was a rattle at the door. Mary Margaret was home as she had finished her day at school. In a panic the blonde arranged herself to leave no remains of her emotional breakdown, quickly running her fingers through her un-combed hair and wiping her face of any tears.
"Emma, what're you still doing here, aren't you supposed to be at the station?"
With the rush of emotions running through her mind she completely forgot about her responsibilities at work.
"Oh yeah, I just got distracted that's all, I'll drive there now"
Mary Margaret knew Emma didn't just get 'distracted' as the blonde clearly did not organise herself very well after the emotional breakdown, but she thought it was best not to interfere just yet.
"Well would you mind if you dropped me off there too? I need to check something by David"
(Scene: Emma's yellow bug)
While driving, Emma could barely concentrate and her frustration was starting to show. As being her mother, Mary Margaret wanted to ask what was wrong but she knows exactly how it would end up, Emma has had her walls especially built up recently, she didn't know why but she assumed she was grieving or going something highly emotional.
(Scene: The station)
When they arrived Emma walked straight to her desk and sunk into the large pile of files she had yet to organise. Mary Margaret went over to David, concerned about Emma's state. They both quietly discussed it and come to an agreement.
"Emma, we think you should have a break as sherif, me and your mother can take over until you're feeling more yourself"
Instantly, they both slightly regret bringing it up to the now angered blonde.
"I don't need a break! I'm fine!" Emma didn't want to take a break, work was one of the only things to take her mind of the war that resides in her mind.
"Emma, I'm your mother. We are your parents and we can tell recently you've been more... Well closed off. Your walls are now strong. You should take a break and clear your head."
"I'm fine..." Persisted Emma.
(Scene: The station, one hour later)
Emma was about halfway through the files, everything was okay so far. She had pushed the emotions to the back of her mind and was only focused on getting this tower of files organised.
"Emma could you do me and your mother a favour?" Asked her father.
"Yeah sure what do you need?" She accepted whatever favour she had to do as even though she had swept the emotions to the back of her mind, she still understood she needed as many distractions as possible.
"It's mine and your mothers anniversary since the day we met and we have a date at 8pm so..." before he could finish Emma knew she had to fill in for his shift, "Yeah I'll fill in for you, I've been doing the files for so long it's getting tiring and repetitive."
"Thanks Emma" the iconic fairytale couple looked so happy, together, in love. Mary Margaret's head rested on David's shoulder as he held her face in his hands.
Something inside Emma snapped, her emotions that she had temporarily berried in the furthest corner of her mind had come flooding back to her. Everything that she held back from doing, the actions that she wanted to avoid now became an intense need. She needed to confess everything to her. That one woman that made her feel so hungry to be loved once more. Her conscience told her to stay put and protect her from any more devastation and heartbreak but her body, her soul, her heart was telling her, the heartbreak and risk of not telling that women her love for her is worth the heartbreak of being turned down.
"Umm, I have to go... to help Henry do his homework" the blonde rushed off hoping this excuse was enough to make her oh so protective parents not ask any questions.
"Henry doesn't have any homework" laughed the teacher to her husband. "Emma's forgetting that Henry is in my class and I didn't set any today" the couple laughed to each other but let Emma get on with whatever was so important that she had to lie to her parents to do.
Emma ran down to the mayors office as she worked past hours on Wednesdays. She got to the door of the office where Regina would be. Something, some small emotion was telling her no but this was the only time she had overcome everything telling her to keep her feelings locked up she ignored it as the desire to confess grew stronger, until it took over and she bathed into Regina's office without hesitation, or thinking.
"Regina!" Blurted the blonde, without much conscience.
"Emma, what's wrong?" replied the brunette, confused and concerned, as she put down her pen to listen to her friend.
The blonde froze, she was stood in the presence of the woman who she was madly in love with, she didn't know how to say it. Everything about Regina, from her smooth, silky locks to her long, beautiful legs was so seductive and impressive.
"I..."
The brunette got up as she was puzzled as to why Emma had rushed into her office, barely saying a word except her name and "I"
"You okay" Regina said concerned, but with a slightly confused laugh"
The blonde was still frozen, but she just looked at those large, red lips with the beautiful scar, she wanted them on hers. Nothing could stop her. This moment was so full of emotions, Emma's head was so hazy. She just pressed her lips against Regina's.