"OK Mom. According to the map Storybrooke should be here but it's not. The GPS seems to be glitching and also, I can barely keep my eyes open. Can you take the wheel for a while?" Emma asks.
"Sure thing" I say and we both get out of the car and change seats. Its drizzling outside so I turn on the windshield wipers. "Show me the map again?" I ask. But Emma has plopped on the passenger side and she is already asleep. After the initial excitement of naming the operation and giving us a list of spectacular deeds that Henry plans on accomplishing with his grandfather Henry has fallen asleep and he's been snoring for a couple of hours now.
I try to figure out exactly where we are on the map. I can't sort this out. I fold the map and I start the car. "Alright," I say and I'm not sure whether I'm talking to the open road, the forest, my long lost husband or to the general void. "The GPS isn't working so we are doing this the hard way. Where are you?" I ask. "Give me a sign!"
Everything remains dark and perfectly still. No other cars, no gas stations, no signs of life, no one I can ask for directions. So I drive alone in the dark. And I'm starting to panic a bit. If Regina can come up with a whole new identity in this Land Without Magic, surely she could have come up with a fake address or a fake town to write on her drivers licence. I should have thought of this possibility before I dragged my daughter and my grandson out here in the middle of nowhere in the dark. I take deep breaths trying not to cry. "Come on," I whisper. "I know you are out there somewhere. Where are you? Please! Please talk to me?"
"How did you find me?"
"With this. My mother's ring. It lead me back to you."
I glance at my ring in the dark. It's beautiful, but it's not glowing. "There's no magic here Charming," I mumble. There's no light in the end of the tunnel. Just me fumbling in the dark, trying to figure things out. Wondering which one of my mistakes you'll be unable to forgive. We should have burned that wardrobe to the ground, held each other tight until Regina's curse washed over us. We should have been together. All we ever wanted was to be together. We had a kingdom to protect, a daughter to raise. It wasn't up to us. We had to fight, for our people and our daughter. I didn't really have big dreams. All I ever wanted was us being able to raise our child together.
I need to stop thinking about this. I need to pull myself together and keep driving, I think as tears stream down my face. I wipe my eyes and keep driving. Lightening strikes and then thunder. Emma jumps in her sleep.
"What's happening," she mumbles and then she closes her eyes and falls back asleep.
She will be fine, I decide. Even if this doesn't work, even if she doesn't ever meet you, she'll be fine. We'll get through this. And maybe after this failed attempt, I will just give up. I'll let go of the fairytale. And I'll resign to being a woman who lost her husband a long time ago. A whole other lifetime ago. Maybe I'll find love again.
Lightening strikes again, followed by thunder.
"My sentiments exactly." I mumble. I can't find love again. Not when things between us remain unresolved. Not if you are out there waiting for me to find you. As much as I want to let go, the memory of you and our fairytale means more to me than any new guy ever could.
So maybe I'll just let go for the sake of the kids. So Emma and Henry can live normal lives. I'll let go for them. And let them be normal. I don't need to find love again. Somewhere deep inside me I know that even if I found love again, even if I gave up on you, somehow you'd understand and you'd forgive me. The problem with that realization is that it makes me love you even more. I'm crying so hard now that I know I can't keep driving. So I pull over to the side of the road. I turn the car off and I step out in the rain.
"I'm sorry Charming," I whisper. The thought of letting you go just shatters my heart. "I don't know how to let you go. And I don't know where else to look. I'm stuck here alone in the dark. Just give me a sign! Tell me you are still out there!"
I'm trying to calm down because Emma will wake up eventually and I don't want her to see me sobbing hysterically on the side of the road, but I can't. I can't sop crying. I wipe my eyes again and again, I take deep breaths. I raise my face towards the sky and I feel the raindrops mingling with my tears. Lightening strikes one more time and that's when I see it. About thirty feet ahead there's a large brown sign on the side of the road.
"Welcome to Storybrooke" the sign reads.
"That's it!" I yell. I jump up and down in the rain then I rush back in the car.
I shake Emma gently. "I found it!" I say too loudly. I try to keep my voice down. "Emma wake up! I found it!"
Emma opens her eyes, then she sees me her eyes open wide.
"Mom! your hair is all all wet! What happened? Where you crying?"
"Nothing much." I reply then I remember my resolution to always be honest with her. "I freaked out a little bit but I found Storybrooke. Everything is fine," I explain hastily, unwilling to discuss the details.
"If you say so," she replies, concern written all over her face. "Mom, It's going to be Okay," she adds and she reaches for my hand. "No matter what happens we are going to be fine. You know that, right?"
I turn around and smile at her. "Thank you," I say and I try hard not to cry again. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too Mom!" Emma replies.
Storybrooke is one of those sleepy little towns. It is after midnight even though the clock tower in Main Street claims it is 8.15. I drive, looking around slowly. Everything is closed.
"It looks just like an normal town," Emma notes. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
I smile because I stopped believing in normal and ordinary a long time ago. Nothing is what it seems. There is no such thing as normal. Even the most ordinary people can be special when you get to know them. I used to look like an ordinary outlaw even though I was a princess. Your father looked and acted like a prince even though he used to be a shepherd. Normal can be very deceptive I think, but Emma looks too sleepy for this type of conversation, so I do not say anything out loud.
There is a flickering neon sign for Granny's diner. And then a few buildings down there's Granny's Bed and Breakfast.
"This Granny person seems to have a monopoly in this town," Emma smiles.
"Do you think she will mind if we wake her up to get a room?" I ask.
Emma shrugs. "Wake up kid! We made it!" Emma tells Henry then she walks to the back and grabs her bags of the trunk. I grab my small suitcase and I leave the sword in the trunk then I change my mind. I leave all my stuff in the car.
We walk into the bed and breakfast reception and I ring the bell.
Granny shows up in her pink robe with curlers in her hair. At the same time the entry door opens and Red shows up, in impossibly high heels, a short red skirt and a tight black shirt.
"You are early," Granny quips and I can't tell if she is being sarcastic or sincere.
"Red!" I gasp and I open my arms to hug her.
She looks at me frowning.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" she asks.
"Red! It's me, Snow!" I smile. "I know its been a while and I cut my hair off, but its me!"
Red tilts her head to looks at me, not a hint of recognition in her face. I notice her heavy eyeliner and her hoop earrings. She definitely doesn't dress like the Ruby I remember. I haven't seen her in twenty eight years. Shouldn't she look older? Shouldn't she be my age?
"Name's Ruby," she replies, chewing her gum loudly. "I think you might have me confused with someone else."
My mouth drops and I turn to Granny.
"What can I do for you folks?" she says. "Do you need a room?"
"Granny?" I try again.
"That's what they call me. What can I do for you?" she asks. She doesn't recognize me either.
Emma sensing that something is off, comes to my rescue.
"Sorry to bother you this late," she smiles. We'd like two rooms please!"
Granny looks at her all excited.
"Really? Would you like a forest or a square view? Usually there's an upgrade fee for the square but as the rent is due I'll wave it."
"Forest" I reply at the exact same time that Emma says"Square!"
Granny glances at us above her glasses. "A forest and a square it is," she replies."Name?"
"Blanchard," I reply hastily. "Mary Margaret Blanchard."
"Didn't you just say your name was Snow?" Ruby asks eyeing me suspiciously.
"Do not bother the customers," Granny replies sharply. "Clearly Snow is a nickname, am I right?" she asks.
"Something like that," I reply grateful I do not have to make up a story in front of my daughter. "A name from another life," I smile looking at Granny willing her to remember me.
"Right," she replies completely uninterested.
"Do you still make those amazing blueberry pies?" I ask.
Granny glances at me above her glasses once again and for a moment I think she is going to smile at me and say of course, blueberry pie is for when you want to stay up late for girl talk, cherry pie for when you want to discuss boy trouble. Just like she did, once she warmed up to me back in the Enchanted Forest. When Red and I were friends. Best friends.
"Nope," she replies."My lasagna is what I'm famous for. I do not bake blueberry pies."
I nod. She hands me two keys and and we head on upstairs. The rooms are old fashioned and cozy, with beautiful floral wallpapers and large mirrors mounted on the walls.
"We could have just gotten one room," I say.
Emma shakes her head. "Nope. You and Dad will probably need some privacy," she replies and I turn to look at her with my eyes wide open.
"What?" she whispers. She glances towards Henry to make sure he is not listening and then she says "You think I didn't see that little hot red number you stuffed in your suitcase?"
I blush and turn to unlock the door to my room.
Emma walks up to me.
"Mom! I'm sorry, I'm just teasing. If you need not to be alone tonight you can stay in our room," she says."We can share the bed, Henry can take the couch."
"No it's fine," I smile. I know better than to agree to share a bed with Emma. She kicks and turns way too much in her sleep. Besides I'd rather be alone. She unlocks her room and lets Henry in. He practically sleepwalks straight to the bed and falls on top of the bedspread with his coat and shoes on and starts snoring right away.
"Emma, you are exhausted too, go get some rest."
Emma follows me to my room.
"Wait, Mom." Did you really know Ruby?" she asks.
"In our previous life her name was Red. As far as land without magic fairytales are concerned, you know her as Little Red Riding Hood," I explain.
"Get out!" Emma says her eyes wide open. "Little Red Riding Hood? Wait, Granny is THE granny? The one that got eaten by the wolf?"
"Kind of. Except when Granny was younger she was the wolf. And Red is also the wolf!"
"What!" Emma says and she tries to keep her voice down. "She is like a werewolf?"
"Kind of. More like a shapeshifter. Once she learned to control her powers she was harmless and quiet useful in a fight," I explain and Emma stares at me.
"And you guys were friends?"
"She was my best friend. And when your father and I fought to overthrow the Evil Queen and King George she fought with us. Both Red and Granny were members of our court. I trusted them more than I trusted anyone. Red and Grumpy were my two go to guys. Along with Blue of course."
Emma looks at me with a newfound admiration. She's heard the stories before of course, but its completely different now that she has a face that goes along with those stories.
"So how come she doesn't know you anymore?" Emma asks quietly.
"That is the question isn't it?" I reply. "And how come she hasn't aged a day since I last saw her? Red was a year younger than me. She doesn't look a day older than twenty nine,"I sigh."Come to think of it Granny hasn't aged either."
"So, you are saying that the people who are cursed didn't age?" Emma asks.
I rub my temples with my fingers. The implications of this are so big, I do not want to talk about this anymore. Especially not with Emma.
Emma yawns.
"We'll figure this all out in the morning," I smile. "Won't you go get some rest."
"Goodnight Mom!" she says and she kisses me on the cheek. She turns around and shuts the door behind her as she exits my room.
I turn the lamp off and walk to the window. I watch the empty road, the forest and the dark parking lot. I don't see how I am going to get any sleep tonight. My hands are shaking and my heart is beating wildly. I wait a few more minutes to make sure that Emma doesn't come back to my room for anything, then I write a quick note and I leave it on the dresser, I grab my purse and the room key and step out.
Emma is right. At first glance Storybrooke appears to be nothing more than an ordinary town. There is a baker, a florist, a school, a hospital, a library. Nothing our of the ordinary. Nothing that screams town under fairytale curse. I walk briskly and I take in my surroundings while I try to work out some of this newly discovered disturbing details in my head. Red didn't age. Granny didn't age either, which means there is a large possibility that you are the same age you were when I left you. Which would make you just a couple years older than Emma. And that's fine, I tell myself. Age is just an inconsequential number.
"What's twenty eight years when you have eternal love?"
And while I'm inclined to agree with you Charming, and say that twenty eight years are just a hick-up when you have eternal love, twenty eight years combined with the memory loss could be a very big deal. If you don't even recognize me, if you don't remember all the history we have together, would you even be happy for me to find you and tell you that you are married to a woman twenty eight years your senior? I look my self over at the glass display of the Pawnshop. I look younger than my age, but still I do not look thirty. Would you like to be married to a woman twenty eight years older than you if she looks younger than her age?
We should have burned the wardrobe to the ground, we should have held each other and let Regina's curse wash over us. We should have entered Storybrooke's sweet oblivion together.
And then another thought enters my mind. If you don't remember me, if you have no idea who I am, who is to say that you've spent the last twenty eight years alone? Maybe you got married. Maybe you had children. I feel my eyes well up with tears as I take a deep breath and decide right then and there that if you are married and have children I will not interfere with your new life. I will make sure that you are alive and happy, I will verify that Regina is not torturing you or hurting you in any way and then I will walk away and leave you be.
We should have burned the wardrobe down, we should have held each other and let Regina's curse wash over us, I think one more time and then I freeze. Because right there in the glass display of the pawnshop I see a bow, and a quiver full of arrows. I'd recognize that bow and that quiver anywhere. Because that is my bow and my quiver and my arrows. In another time, another life, I shot a magical arrow with that very bow and you jumped in front of me and took the arrow to the chest to keep me from turning to darkness. In another time and another life back in the Enchanted forest I was Snow White. And I survived the wrath of my stepmother, the murder of my father, years as on outlaw, a sleeping curse, an infertility curse and a war, and through it all I managed to be happy, because I had you by my side. I was happy because you were mine.
"What's twenty-eight years when you have eternal love?"
Twenty eight years can be a slow death without you, Charming, I think and then I try to push that thought to the very back of my mind. Because I'm jumping ahead of myself. I need to take this one step at a time. I wish there was someone I could talk to. And just as I think that the door of the Rabbit Hole opens and out comes Grumpy stumbling towards me.
I want to call out his name and throw myself in his arms, but I don't. He is pretty drunk, so I figure if I talk to him, it will be alright. He's not likely to remember our conversation in the morning.
"Hi!" I say brightly. "And what might your name be?"
He looks up at me, and his expression is so inquisitive, for a second there I think he must have recognized me, but I'm kidding myself of course.
"I'm Leroy," he slurs. "Why, what's it to you, sister?" he asks.
"I don't know. I just wanted someone to talk to," I reply quite truthfully.
"Why, what is troubling a pretty girl like yourself?"
It's been years since anyone has called me a girl so I look at him sadly.
"I think my husband might not remember me..." I reply and my eyes well up with tears.
"Your husband, huh?" he replies. "That's rough."
"If you had a wife that loved you, but you hadn't seen her for a long time, and you didn't remember her, would you want her to come find you?" I ask.
"A wife?" he asks. "It would be nice to have a wife. Wait, would she mind my drinking? Cause that could be a problem" he says and he almost looses his footing. I step up and help him stand up straight.
"Probably."
"Well, I'd like a wife irregardless," he says and he keeps on walking.
"Now there's the catch," I continue.
"Wait a minute... Wait... Wait a minute, there is a catch? I knew there'd be a cat, wait I knew there'd be a catch... Wait, what are we talking about sister?"
"A catch," I explain patiently. Now that I know for sure he won't remember our conversation in the morning I can ask him more questions.
"Do you remember living a previous life?" I ask.
"You mean like reincarnation?"
"Kind of, but not quite," I reply. "A life were you were a great hero, and you were in love with Nova, a beautiful fairy, and you were in Snow White's court...does any of these ring a bell?"
"I don't know, you are talking too fast sister. I used to know a fairy once," he replies.
"Do you remember your fairy?" I ask and my voice gets a bit louder because I feel so excited.
"My fairy? What do you mean? You can't own fairies," he replies. "Everybody knows you can't own fairies."
"I didn't mean that. It's a figure of speech. Do you remember Nova?"
"Nova? Who is that? Do you want to know a secret?" he asks.
"Of course " I am quick to reply.
"I like this girl, sister, but it's not meant to be."
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because she's a nun. And nuns are unable...no unstable... no, that's not right... unavailable" he says after several tries.
He pulls out his phone and he shows me a picture of the woman he likes.
It's Nova alright. It's Nova, the fairy that he used to love in the Enchanted Forest. Except in this land she appears to be a nun. Equally unavailable and out of his reach and not a day older than the last time I saw her.
"She is very pretty," I reply. "Are you at least friends?"
"Sometimes," he replies sadly. "When I'm not drinking."
"That's something," I sigh.
"What's wrong sister?"
"I used to be married," I reply.
"What happened?"
"I don't know yet, but I loved him so much," I reply and once again I start crying. "I loved him so much," I say one more time.
"I understand, sister," he says and he places his hand on my shoulder. "I understand."
I look at him and even though he doesn't quite know what is happening I find the presence of my old friend comforting. Somewhere deep inside this man who calls himself Leroy, is my friend Grumpy. And he somewhat understands what I am going through.
A police car rolls up next to us and stops. The window rolls down. I look and I try not to show any excitement. Because right there on the driver's seat, wearing a sheriff's badge on his shirt is the Huntsman. He hasn't aged either. And he has no idea who I am.
"Is everything alright here?" he asks. "Leroy, are you drunk? Ma'am is this man bothering you?"
"Who, Leroy? No, of course not. He is my friend," I reply.
"Really?" the Huntsman looks surprised.
"Absolutely," I reply firmly.
Leroy turns to look at me and for a second there he looks as if he is about to cry.
"Alright then, " the Huntsman replies, he rolls up his window and drives away.
"Did you mean that sister?" Leroy says and I have to hold back my tears and refrain from wrapping my arms around him.
"I wouldn't have said it otherwise," I reply. "Anyway, I have to go." And then I just can't resist. I lean in and give him a quick kiss on his temple and then I walk back to Granny's Bed and Breakfast.
I walk up the stairs fast, I take off my jacket and my shoes, and I lay down on the bed. The intense events of the day swirl around in my head and I drift off to sleep.
I wake up because Henry is in my room, shaking me awake.
"What's happening?" I ask.
"Its operation Goblin Shark," he says. "We can't start it without you so you have to wake up."
"Right," I mumble and I rub my eyes. Emma walks in the room.
"Henry!" she says and she sounds quite annoyed. "I told you she is tired. We should let her sleep!"
"But she'd want me to wake her up so we can start the operation, right grandma?"
"That's right," I answer and I stretch my arms.
"Mom, its early, " Emma argues. "You should rest some more."
"Too late, I'm awake now. Give me a minute to get dressed and then let's go have breakfast at Granny's" I reply.
I wash my face than I run my fingers through my hair, willing it to fall into place. I look tired, but my cheeks are flushed. I look like a woman in love, I realize. Or a woman in hope that love is still a possibility, I argue with myself. I put my jacket on then I grab my purse and my room key and I exit the room.
"So, as far as I can tell everybody in this town has frozen in time. No one has aged. The sheriff is the Huntsman, Grumpy is now called Leroy and Nova, who used to be a fairy, is now a nun," I brief Emma on our way to Granny's.
"How do you know all this? Did you go out again last night? Or rather this morning?" Emma asks.
"I did. I have to get as much information as possible."
"So my father, will probably be younger then?" Emma asks hesitantly.
I sigh. "Probably," I reply.
"Age is just a number, Mom," Emma offers, almost reading my thoughts.
I nod. "I hope you are right," I say quietly.
We walk in Granny's diner and sit at the booth in the corner.
Ruby walks up to us, to take our order. Her pants are impossibly tight, her red shirt is short showing off her slim waist and her navel and I can't help but wonder what prompted such a personality change in my friend.
She chews her gum loudly while she takes our order.
We drink our coffee and let Henry enjoy his pancakes. And when we are all done I walk up to the counter to pay. Henry follows me. I look around the room to make sure no one can hear me then I lean closer to Granny and Ruby.
"I'm wondering if you can help me out guys," I say quietly.
"What is it?" Ruby asks, clearly intrigued by the conspiratorial look on my face.
"I am looking for a guy, blond, blue eyes, really handsome, tall, he has a small scar on his chin..."
"Hey I've been waiting for tall blond and handsome my whole life," Granny quips. "He hasn't come yet!"
"Stop it Granny," Ruby says shaking her head. "Does he have a name?"
"He used to go by David," I reply hesitantly because no one in this town is using their Enchanted Forest names and I can't think of what Charming's new name could be.
"David, huh?" Ruby replies. "I don't know anyone named David, or anyone that tall with a scar on their chin..." she says. I thank her, I pay for breakfast and I am ready to walk away, trying to contain my disappointment, when Ruby says "Wait!" She turns to her grandmother. "What about John Doe?" she asks.
"Who?" Granny asks.
"The coma patient at the hospital. There's a man who no one knows who he is. He's pretty handsome, blond tall, can't tell you his eye color because he has yet to open his eyes. He might have a small scar. I can't remember."
"You find a coma patient handsome? Is nobody safe with you girl?" Granny asks exasperated.
Ruby rolls her eyes and doesn't reply.
"A coma patient?" I ask and my heart starts beating wildly. My hands are shaking. Granny notices them so I quickly stuff them in my pockets."How long has he been in a coma?" I ask and my voice quivers.
"Forever really," Ruby replies. "As long as I can remember."
"Thank you, thank you so much," I say and I turn around and walk out of the diner. I am walking toward the hospital as fast as my feet can take me. Emma and Henry are running behind me, trying to catch up with me.
"Mom!" Emma says loudly but I can't stop, I can't stop for Emma or Henry, I can't stop for anyone. He's been in a coma for twenty eight years. I was so upset last night, thinking about the age difference, and the lack of memories. I was so upset thinking he might have remarried. I was upset about what now seems to me silly insignificant things because he has been in a coma for twenty eight years. Can someone survive that long in a coma? Can I wake him up?
Emma catches up to me and stands in my way.
"Talk to me Mom!" she says. "Please!"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "According to Ruby, your father matches the description of a John Doe at the local hospital who has been in a coma for twenty eight years," I reply.
Emma's eyes grow wider. "Let's go to the hospital then," she replies. "Come on kid," she says and she wraps her arms around Henry. "Operation Silly Goblin had officially begun."
"You mean operation goblin shark!" Henry corrects her firmly.
"Exactly," Emma says.
I smile at Emma and Henry and I reach for Emma's hand. I thought all my training as a police officer would enable me to come here and investigate things calmly, stay detached from the situation and take it one step at a time. But ever since I started this "operation", I have fallen apart more times than I care to remember.
I am standing in front of the hospital doors, steeling my nerves, willing myself to walk in. Because this might be the most important moment in my life.
Emma places her arms on my shoulder.
"Are you ready Mom?" she asks.
Henry reaches for my hand.
I nod several times before I manage to steady my voice enough to reply.
"I'm ready."
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kaykay25 chapter 1 Can't wait for more. Love it so far
Thank you!
GreenDragonMage chapter 1 Yes,new story.I can't wait to read this.
Me too.I'm really excited about this!
tammy henson chapter 1 Please please update soon
Im trying,I'm trying. I updated already. :)
SecretLoveCara chapter 1 Please don't ever been done with Snowing stories. You are too amazing at them. Helps keep them alive. I am so in love with this story already. Can't wait to see what happens when they get to Story broke. I can only imagine Regina's face.
Thank you. I think I will run out of ideas eventually... But thank you, You are too kind.
Austenphile chapter 1 . Apr 5 I am glad you are still writing Snowing stories. And this one is quite interesting. I like how you had Snow think about all that had happened to her in those 28 years. Because realistically she had vastly outgrown David by having a lifetime of experiences he has never had, including ones like parenting that he never will. It will be interesting to see them acknowledge these obstacles. Of course, they still love each other and it will not matter her age to David.
But honestly, I am not that old and I would not like to be married to the version or my husband from when we were first married. It would be a mess because I have outgrown that person. Thankfully he grew with me. It is why I have never liked even older men and younger women stories. You are not even on the same page at those stages in your life unless the older one is extremely immature, which Snow is not. I cannot wait to see how you handle all these tests of their love.
Yes. I both agree and disagree with you. You make excellent points. But have you read the time traveler's wife? I really love the book and the reason I love it because (spoiler alerts!) even though they are having serious infertility problems they manage to stay together partly because when he accidentally time travels he keeps running into her younger self who is head over heels in love with him and she keeps getting visits from his younger self too. The younger self who sees her as too good to be true. So those accidental encounters keep reminding them the initial spark and fresh love they had for each other. Which keeps them going now when they cannot stand each other sometimes.
One of the things I keep telling my husband is "Don't you wish that your twenty one year old self and I could have had some fun together?" He doesn't, but I do. Because i'm a lot more relaxed and fun and adventurous now than I was back then...and I wish I could give his younger self that.
You are right Snow has a lifetime of experiences without David but she's been alone. has she outgrown him? Can you outgrow love, the kind of love willing to die for you over and over again?
Guest chapter 1 . Another Snowing story from you means I got lucky. Like the way you make Snow a cop. I can already hear a theme song from one of the old TV cop shows. You found a way to make Snow a badass in the modern age. I don't know if you plan to de age Snow but I hope you have a way to make them same age. I don't like difference in age because I think it indicates an inability of one of the partner's to relate to peers. I take it back, in your hands you will do it justice. By the way, like the way you have Neal avoid them. Guess he knows thier origins because Emma believes.
Another review from you means I got lucky. Thank you for reading, thank you for "getting" my stories and thank you for taking the time to reply. I appreciate you!
The age difference is what I am currently finding fascinating about this story. You see I read a lovely fanfic in which the writer had Snow kind of loose faith and not explain things to Emma in when Emma finds the truth she is twenty eight and doesn't believe. And Snow is overwhelmed by the age difference she doesn't try to do anything past being friends with David. And I loved that fanfic but then I thought why not try the opposite? Emma believes and Snow tries to rise past the age gap. And let's see where this takes us.
OK Friends, here is the thing.I often respond to your reviews quickly and say what I feel at the moment. My opinions are not set in stone. I am quite often wrong and have to take things back or in the course of the story I might have to go places where I didn't initially think I was going. I am grateful for your reviews because they force me to clarify and decide what I'm saying THANK YOU!
