Regina startled awake, still in her clothes from the other night. The letter lay beside her, fuzzy headed did she read the letter once more. Her eyes rereading the last line over and over again. She gasped, realizing what that Locksley person meant.
He was going to hurt himself.
"Come on Regina, you have to stop him," she whispered, rapidly rushing around trying to change out of her dress. In a second did she stop, grab a piece of paper and jotted down a quick note. In seconds she had been out the door. This Locksley fellow didn't live so far from her, she just hoped she could get there in time.
"I must really be out of my mind. I don't even know this person," she muttered to herself. Tink and Kathryn would have a ball. Maybe she should have called them before doing something rash. This was not like her but she knew, she knew what it felt like when you suddenly feel as though nothing else matters and the world has closed in. She more than anyone knows.
This Locksley person lived in an apartment building approximately five blocks from hers. She looked at the list of apartments, finding his last name. hmm, she would have to think of removing her name from her list if people could find her so simply.
"Low quality building, no elevator," she muttered, taking one look at the five inch stilettos she wore, wrong show quality but she had to go to the office after possibly saving someone's life.
Once on the sixth floor, she located his door and slide her note along with his letter back under the door. She just silently she got here on time.
…
"Regina dear, are you feeling alright?" her mother asked.
Regina took every measure not to roll her eyes, she knew her mother was only asking such a question because they had a meeting with clients of a million-dollar divorce and she wanted to land the deal. She could care less about her wellbeing.
"Yes sister, you look quite pale and anxious," Zelena sneered.
Now did Regina roll her eyes, she could care less for what her sister's thought. Zelena only wanted her position in the firm, but Cora didn't think she was for a prime position, so she sat doing secretary work.
"Please, I am perfectly well. May we speak of the divorce between Mrs. Ruby Lucas and Graham –whatever his last name is," she said trying to draw attention off of her. She was pale from her hangover and anxious because she hoped that her note had gotten to that mystery Locksley person.
…
When Robin Locksley had entered his apartment, he had noticed papers underneath his feet. Picking up those papers, he read the first. A woman's handwriting nonetheless.
'It is not all worthless. Your note did not get to that woman.
Mills.'
He stared around his hallway, looking both left and right. He did not see anyone but an empty hall. Shutting his door, he couldn't believe it. Releasing a breath of air, he sat at the breakfast bar. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, he wrote this Mills person a response.
…
Regina in a blur continued her massive amount of paperwork, she breathed a sigh of relief once quitting time came. One of these days she will work up the courage and quit, one of these days.
"Regina, remembered we have a meeting tomorrow with Mrs. Lucas. Please do not look as pale as you do dear. Try and get some sleep," Cora said, trying to sound sweet. It only caused Regina's skin to crawl.
"Yes mother," she said through gritted teeth.
Getting home had been her happiness, especially when she looked through her mail and noticed an enveloped addressed to her. She noticed the handwriting, having already read its squiggly drawl last night. Ripping it open she breathed an immense sigh of relief.
'Thank You, Milady. I am hoping that you are a lady, if not forgive me. Nonetheless thank you. It has been a difficult time. And…simply having this letter end up where it does not belong, I don't know… call it fate.
Once more thank you.
Your fated stranger
Locksley.
Regina felt more than relived. She had saved someone, they had not done what she had once wanted to do long ago. Now did she wonder if she should respond to him.
...
Should I continue?