Notes: I don't know the reason I write this...this. I really don't know. I'm just suffering and I had to write something about this painful winter finale. I hope you liked it.
And yeah, I'm still crying.
Alone
Regina looked at the yellow bug leaving, crossing the line and putting itself safe.
It was the last thing she saw.
Then the fine purple fog surrounded her. Her feet got off the ground, and magic engulfed her.
Regina stayed still, her eyes completely filled with tears and a throbbing pain weighing down her chest and throat.
She saw nothing more.
After what seemed like a moment and an eternity at the same time, her feet rested upon the ground.
The fog faded, as fast as it came.
In front of her, there wasn't the road , the "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign was gone. In front of her, there was just the Enchanted Forest.
Regina felt the tears becoming more and more, and the pain in her chest growing until it blew up.
Her legs gave in and the former Evil Queen fell to the ground, on the grass and the wet soil.
A scream of pure pain echoed through the branches.
Regina was alone. She'd lost his son.
She'd lost Emma.
Her Savior.
A hand landed on her neck and Regina didn't even lift her gaze. She just let Snow White hold her, allowing her to let out that desperate crying.
Regina was alone.
She'd lost everything.
She'd lost herself.
Because nothing made sense anymore. What was left of Regina was a broken woman, an empty shell of an existence that couldn't be lived anymore.
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