A/N: Hi guys! It's been a while since I last wrote my latest fanfic. But I have a pretty good idea of what's to come in Storybrooke Chatroom and also Broken Promises. I have NOT abandoned any of those fics, I just had a writer's block. I apologize for that. But now, I have this little one shot story in my head, but I'm not sure if I want to extend it to a two/three shot. Anyhoo, here's my latest fanfic.
Disclaimer: Eddy and Adam own OUAT, and also ABC Studios.
I knew a woman who I loved very dearly as if she were my own mother. Regina, my stepmother. She was very pretty with long dark locks cascading down her face and a smile that lit up the whole world. Regina was my role model. I looked up to her everyday. She reminded me very much of my late mother. She always spoke to me with that sweet, calming voice and it took away all my fears of the world.
But I soon realized when I got older, her smiles were all fake and the sweetness in her tone were merely just words that she did not mean. I did not realize that quickly enough though. It took me quite a while to catch on everything. I mean, I noticed small little things that happened. The way she would look at her ring with a faraway look in her eyes. Whenever I mentioned my father, her eyes would very slightly get cold and bitter. It was too quick to notice the flash of anger whenever I talked about my father. But then I soon realized the tone in her voice was different.
She used to have this innocent, sweet young voice that calmed everything. Now, whenever she spoke, it was low, velvety and full of mystery. As if she was hiding something really big. She stopped saying goodnight to me in her pleasant voice. Instead, if sounded empty...broken.
Everyday, she puts on that mask for everyone to show that everything was okay. But it was not okay. In fact, everything going on in that woman's life was a far cry from okay. She's about to reach her breaking point. The point where all traces of good from her will disappear completely.
I saw it everyday. I can see through her soul, the soul inside her is wrecked emotionally. Confused and unsure of what to do.
But I gave it no mind. I thought she was just going through a phase. Oh how wrong I was.
Now that I look back on it, I should have helped her be on the right track to happiness. But I was very foolish and thought that she didn't need me. After all, she was the queen. Queens got everything they wanted, right? At least that's how it was in the stories they told me.
Wrong. She never wanted to be Queen.
How could I have not seen that? I now remember that she never did dance during the balls or laughed that could have filled up the whole room. Stupid me for being so naive. Why did I not notice my very own stepmother shiver when I asked her about her and father?! I was so blind. Regina was suffering in her own palace as queen.
I should have been there to comfort her in the nights when I heard her sobbing quietly. But I was too afraid. Would she have accepted my comfort or would she had lashed out at me? It does not matter, I should have helped her anyways.
Her path to darkness was because of me. I did not help her up in the good side, and now she has fallen to the dark side.
If only she could here my thoughts right now, would she understand me now? Would she let go of all the hate inside her?
Thosewere my thoughts as I lay a single lily -her favourite flower- into her grave.
"I'm sorry, Regina. I love you."