The scenario kept playing over and over in her mind. Each time causing her more anguish than the last. She had cried almost nonstop and mentally kicked herself. How could she be so stupid?
"I've noticed the flirting. I can't return your feelings. You are a woman. And you're the evil queen. I'm sorry, Regina."
"How can you say that to me? What about everything we've been through? I've seen the way you look at me."
"I can't do this. I'm sorry. It's time for me to leave."
"We share a son! Emma, please! I love you!"
"Goodbye, Regina."
That had been a week ago now. She had hoped that keeping herself sequestered from everyone would help. It had not. With each passing day, it became more painful to live with herself. Yet she could not bring herself to admit that she did indeed love Regina. All of a sudden she heard someone pounding at her door.
A familiar voice rang out. "Emma! Open the door! You can't stay locked up forever." It was Mary Margaret. Emma trudged over to the door, letting in her visitor.
"Emma, you look like hell."
"Well, I definitely feel like it."
"What's going on? Tell me."
"Nothing is going on. I just haven't been feeling well." Emma was always a terrible liar. Her eye always twitched. She tried to hide it but Mary Margaret caught on.
"You're lying. I know you haven't spoken to anyone since last week. Not since Regina asked to speak with you privately in her office."
Emma winced at the mention of Regina. "She has nothing to do with how I feel. So please just drop it. Now."
"Emma, stop lying to me and please tell me what happened between you two. You'll feel better once you've let it out in the open. Trust me."
She was debating whether or not to speak of the incident. It really was nobody's business but hers. On the other hand, it was tearing her up inside. Maybe talking about it would actually help.
"Regina confessed that she's in love with me."
"She did what?"
"Regina. She's in love with me."
"What's the problem?"
Mary Margaret didn't seem the least bit bothered by any of this. Which Emma thought was odd. The evil queen was in love with her daughter. The savior. There should be cause for concern.
"Hello? She's the evil queen. I'm the savior. And we're both women."
"You're being ridiculous. She's no longer the evil queen. She's Regina. And furthermore, what does it matter that you're both women?"
"I don't feel the same way about her." Emma knew where this was going. She wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"The only person you're convincing is yourself. I know you love her too. I see the way you look at each other. The way you look at her when you think nobody's watching."
"How did you…?"
"Mother's intuition. Besides that, you'd have to blind to not see it. Emma, you need to go to her. Tell her how you really feel."
"I can't. Not after what happened."
"If you don't, you'll miss out on true love and be miserable the rest of your life. Don't do this to yourself."
And with that Mary Margaret left. She was right, Emma was already miserable. She can't even imagine how Regina must feel. How could she face her after that? She knew she had to, so she put on her red leather jacket, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.
