This is just a short one shot I wrote a few months ago. I hope you like it and that it will keep you entertained whilst I work on Little Cuddles.
It was as though the last month had been wiped from existence. All the changes that had occurred, all the steps taken forward. All the effort she'd made to become the hero, it was just gone. You could visibly see Regina spiralling backwards, taking the familiar path leading to the darkness that she had often called home, her only comfort when consumed by pain. She had opened herself to him, quite literally handed him her heart, hoping with the deepest parts of her tainted soul that he would keep it safe for her. Trusting that she wouldn't once again, end up broken with her heart left scattered in fragmented pieces, barely able to keep themselves together to beat as one.
She was wrong.
Regina escaped out of the diner before anyone could lay a hand on her arm in an attempt to comfort her, using her anger and now bubbling hatred for the god damned saviour to fuel the magic inside of her, enabling her escape. She would not allow the towns people, the peasants, the farm workers and sure as hell the Charmings to see her crumble, no. Anger was the only emotion she would display publicly, and so it wasn't until she appeared back inside her empty...silent...manor house that she finally let the walls that had instantaneously rebuilt themselves as soon as Marian reappeared, finally crumble. Her tears finally falling free of their prison. Regina refused to grant her tears freedom for long, crying was weakness and she was only allowed a mere three minutes to succumb to such a fruitless emotional response.
One.
Two.
Three.
Times up.
Regina used the back of her hand to wipe away any stray tears, careful not to smudge her make up as she composed herself. Her features morphing into a faint glare to mask her emotional turmoil as she strut from the front hall of her house and straight to her office.