So writing this made me cry, tbh. Thankfully my wife was there so I got cuddles and am happy again :D
Emma Swan has been looking forward to this moment ever since she understood what the numbers on her left wrist meant. She had only an hour left and she couldn't be more excited about anything. For the past 28 years of her life, Emma has felt unloved, unwanted but now she'll be meeting her soulmate in an hour. No one knows how the timers work and when humanity started being born with the numbers on their wrists. For some the numbers are a curse, but for others, like Emma, it is a blessing because they signify that there is someone out there who will love them indefinitely.
When Emma was only months old she had been abandoned by the side of road. No one knows where she came from, who her parents were, or why they just left her. When she was three she had been adopted until shortly after the mother found herself pregnant after years of trying, so they sent her back. After that Emma was moved from foster home to foster home trying to find a home, somewhere to belong, to be loved. Any time she felt down she would look at her wrist and know that there was someone out there for her. When Emma was 16 she had decided on giving up trying to find a home. She knew she'd have one with her soulmate anyway so there was no use in getting hurt anymore.
Now she was so close she could taste it. Emma was thankful she had a job to do so she wouldn't just be anxiously looking around until her timer went off, she would just run in to her soulmate during or after catching the guy. She had created a fake dating profile and managed to set up a date with the guy. Dawning her best dress, curling her hair to fall over her shoulders, Emma knew she looked good for when she would meet her soulmate.
Emma was very thankful that she had nabbed the guy before her numbers reached zero. Even though it wouldn't have bothered her if she met them before catching the guy she really did prefer being done and not stressed out when meeting. Stepping out of the building Emma crashed in to a woman who seemed to be in a rush. Emma reached out to steady the other woman and offer an apology when she felt the tingling of her numbers reaching zero. She looked in to dark brown eyes that were staring back at her. The woman was gorgeous; shoulder length dark brown hair, plump red lips with an adorable scar right above her top lip. She was a tad bit shorter than Emma and petite. The brunette also looked hot but intimidating in her power suit.
Brown eyes scanned up and down Emma's form. Emma wished she could get a read on what the woman was thinking but her face showed no emotion. She knew she looked a little disheveled from chasing the guy but she was pretty positive she still looked good. After a few more moments of awkward silence Emma decided to speak. "Hi, I'm Emma." She smiled at the woman who raised an eyebrow in response. "You're my soulmate? What a let down." Emma felt tears prick at the back of her eyes as she stared in shock as the woman dug her phone out of her purse when it started to ring. "Regina Mills. No I'm not busy. Yes I'll meet you there." Regina brushed past Emma and continued on her way.
Emma looked down at her wrist, numbers displaying zero. The one thing in life that always brought her hope, the one thing that kept her going when things were extremely tough, was gone. For the past 28 years of Emma's life no one wanted her and now, not even her soulmate wanted her.