Anger.
Something boiled inside Emma.
Throughout the day everyone wanted something from her. Citizens with their everyday problems just wouldn't survive without her help. Why must it be her? Why couldn't they ask their monarchs? Oh, of course, she was the great Savior of all and her parents were too busy with their little boy.
Talking about her parents. They needed a break and they just assumed that Emma wouldn't mind sitting with her brother during her one and only weekend. No, of course, she wouldn't have any other plans, of course, she'd make time for this. Of course... She was the Savior, she owed everyone everything.
And don't even start her on Killian and his clingy ways. He just couldn't stop following her, asking for this and for that, making eyes at her on every opportunity and, when she didn't address his advances, he just kept looking at her like a kicked puppy. Didn't he have anything else to do or someone else to pester? Oh, yes, he is a redeemed pirate with no life outside his relationship. It's such a pity that his obsessive behavior only suffocate her more and more with every second spent with him. The longer she was in his presence, the more her want to run away grew.
'Why? Why me?' Why couldn't someone else be the Savior? Why everyone expected her to be a hero and always save the day? She was just a person. She just wanted someone to understand her, to care for her, to have a family, not to be alone. She never wanted to be labeled some almighty machine for defeating villains. And now she was expected to die for the cause…
A sound of someone coming closer rang behind her.
She groaned. 'Why can't everyone just leave me alone?' She was sitting on the edge cliff overlooking Storybrooke. The scenery was really breathtaking, though she had no interest in enjoying the view. She came here to be alone and to vent her frustration and anger. 'I should have guessed. I won't be left alone; they'll always find me. Oh, how sweat…'
"What do you want?" Emma asked sharply and buried her head into her hands.
No one answered. Then she felt someone sit next to her. She knew who it was by the smell of the apple perfume.
"Emma…"
"Did they send you after me?" Emma didn't let her finish.
"No. Henry saw your meltdown with your parents from the diner. He was worried about you, so he called me," Regina clarified.
"Just leave me alone, Regina," It was nice from Henry's side, but she really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to be left alone. Wanted to think without pressure. Without everyone poking and prodding her for the answers, she didn't want to give.
"I can see you're not in the mood for chit chatting," Regina said and got up. "Let's go." Emma looked at her outstretched hand with confusion.
"Regina…" But her phrase was cut short.
"No. Don't argue. I can see, you're angry for some reason," her hand was still stretched out. "I'll help you deal with it."
Emma trusted this woman. Regina was one of the people, she could rely on without any doubt; if not the only one person. So she took her hand and got up.
They disappeared in the cloud of the purple smoke. The next moment they were standing in the spacious round room without any windows.
"Where are we?" Emma asked, looking around.
"In my vault," answered Regina and walked to the center of the room. Emma gave her a questioning look. She had been in the brunette's vault many times, but never in this room.
"It's a special room surrounded with a bunch of protection enchantments. I usually come here, when I need to vent my ire," Regina explained. "Letting my magic run free always makes me feel better, calmer. I know you pretty well and can see you need something like that, so…" she waved her hand and different objects of different size and shape filled the room. "You're welcome to do whatever you want."
Emma smiled at the older woman. She really did know her pretty well, and this made her heart grow warmer…
'But enough with empty thoughts… Time for some destruction…"
Emma turned away from Regina, a smirk appeared on her face.
She unleashed her powers.