We were finally back. I was just so tired of being in that damn island, without my son I felt completely vulnerable, but I found strenght inside to keep going, 'cause I knew I would be successful, I had to. What most surprised me in this journey was the team-work-thing. Who could imagine I would have to join forces with my enemies for a higher purpose. Since when Emma Swan came into my life breaking my peace every single day - and my curse, by the way - all I wanted to do was simply deal with this situation by killing her. Because I was used to do it, boot the evil by the roots, put my threats down.
Actually, deep inside, I knew I couldn't do that, Emma has been important to Henry, he went after her, to find her, it was his wish, but I was so blind, so afraid of losing him, that I didin't see his side of the story. Clearly, I was only able to see and care about my own version of a perfect and happy life.
Suddenly I was there, with Emma, her parents, a lady-killer pirate, a distressed Baelfire and his father, known longtime, Rumpelstiltskin. So many things passing through my mind, a fear turning into anger, and no guidance, nothing to hold on to but my love for my son.
No one could understand what I was feeling, apart of Emma, she saw my frustration coming out of my lungs, she doesn't know all the bad things I've lived, only the dark parts, nevertheless I've seen her sort of trying to comfort me with soft and hopeful words. That's why I gave her a chance to approach, to work with me, learning some magic, thinking of any plan to rescue our son. Yes, we've just accepted the idea that is not worth while fighting for who's the best mother, we are the same on Henry's eyes.
And right now we are here, in our home, our town. Everyone is at Granny's, including me, getting together after all. And I'm looking to this blond woman, the savior, they say. I'm looking to her and remembering the hard times we've passed, all the times I wanted to see her dead, and regreating this. How could I be able to murder such a good person? Back in neverland, she was the strongest one. Seeing this side of her made me regret for having horrible thoughts involving her head in a plate. And, being honest, I don't know how to call this thing I'm feeling right now. Amazement? Gratitude? Compassion?
She flew her hair. She's having a beer with David. And here came Neal, they just started talking and I'm feeling disgusted. Did I mentioned Hook? He's acting like he was trying to bewitch Emma with those up-black eyes, such a jerk hoping that she notices him. A perfect triangle, wasn't for a little detail: They simply don't fit. None is good enough for her, why can't they see it? But who am I to say something about love... Love is a trap. Emma looks like a huge trap. I bet those idiots will break their fces in the end. I hope they don't even try to touch her. Okay, it sounded weird.