AN- Hi! It took me much longer to update this story than I'd hoped it would so I'm sorry about that. Thanks for the reviews they were very encouraging! I'm glad you guys like so far! I listened to half the world away by aurora while writing this chapter, idk if anyone cares but I like listening to songs other authors suggest! Anyways, enjoy!

(Present day)

Emma closed her journal and rubbed at her eyes. She had been tearing up near the end of her entry but didn't realize really until now.

She had been seeing Archie, once a week, for the past month. He was the one who gave her the journal; the one with the idea for her to write in it every night, and address each entry to Regina. He told her it would be a good way of closure. Closure. Emma laughed at the word. She would never move on from Regina, she was her world. Was and still is. Emma decided she wouldn't give up on her, even if the rest of Storybrooke would. She believed that with all the magic and fairy tale characters and lands, there had to be a way to bring Regina back.

For the past month, Emma had been up to Golds shop and the library almost every day. Gold had run off somewhere once everyone figured out it was him that did this to Regina. As much as Emma wanted him dead, she needed him. She needed someone who knew all about magic and spells that could possibly bring Regina back. That someone would have to be Gold, but he was nowhere to be found.

Emma had thought about going to search for him, but she immediately decided against it, knowing she couldn't leave Henry. He needed her, she couldn't have him thinking he would lose both of his moms.

"Henry! Are you ready to go to Granny's?" Emma called, whilst scooting back in her chair and standing up.

She walked out of her and Regina's room and began heading down the stairs. She found Henry in the living room watching T.V, very loudly, giving away the reason of him not hearing her.

"Hen," she exclaimed, to get his attention.

Henry looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway of the room with her arms crossed.

"Yeah, ma?" he asked, nervously, remembering he had forgotten to unload the laundry earlier.

"Why is the t.v. so loud? Turn it off please." Emma paused letting him turn off the t.v. "I asked from upstairs if you were ready to go to Granny's, are you? We're meeting grandma and grandpa, as I told you earlier."

"Oh yeah. I'm definitely ready, let's go!" Henry answered, hopping up and running to the front door. He was very relieved it wasn't about his forgotten chore, and was ready to get out of the house before his mother had time to check.

Emma raised her eyebrows at the instantly empty couch. "Okay.." she mumbled under her breath.

She turned around heading in Henry's direction and called out to him, "Don't forget your jacket! It's pouring outside!"

Once she got to the door Henry had already bolted out to the car. She looked at the coat rack and glanced between her purple striped rain coat and Regina's sweatshirt; she chose the latter.

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"You're still wearing her sweatshirt", Snow sort of just stated; it wasn't a question, it was an obvious fact that Emma was.

Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat, which was across from her mother. David and Henry had gone up to the front table to pay for all of their meals. The meal was nice, because no one spoke of Regina, that is, until her mother had to bring her up.

Emma cleared her throat, "Yeah. My others are in the wash." Of course it was a lie, Emma just didn't want to talk about this again with her mother.

Snow nodded in understanding, although it was false as well, she knew Emma was lying. She reached across the table and softly grabbed Emma's hand. "Are you feeling any better? I know it's only been a month, and a long one at that, but I do worry for you at that house all by yourself."

Emma narrowed her eyebrows at Snows last statement, "I'm not all by myself at Regina's, Henry lives there too."

"You're still calling it Regina's house..." Snow replied, giving a pitying look.

Emma pulled her hand away from Snows grasp, "Of course I am because it is her house. It's our house. It always will be."

"I know sweetie, but it's got to be hard living there, why don't you come and stay with David and I for a while, we'd love for you to. I think it'd be good for you."

Emma was about to explode. She calmly slid out of the booth she was sitting in and called for Henry.

"I didn't mean to upset yo-" Snow started but Emma didn't let her finish, " You didn't, it's late we need to go home."

She walked over to Henry, who was hugging David goodbye, "Ready to go, kid?"

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"Are you okay, Ma? You've been quiet the whole time we drove home from Granny's and have been up here just sitting on the bed for 30 minutes. I thought you were going to take a bath?" Henry asked, walking through his mom's bedroom door and standing at the foot of the bed.

"I'm fine, kid. You know how grandma means well, but sometimes makes you feel horrible?"

Henry nodded and sat on the bed beside her.

"Did she talk about mom?"

"Yeah...I just- she doesn't seem to understand how short a month is. It's like she expects me to be all sunshine and rainbows after 30 days."

Henry nodded while looking down at the floor.

Emma grabbed his hand, causing him to look up at her. "I am so glad we have each other. I don't know what I'd do without you, kid."

Henry smiled and pulled her into a hug, "I love you, ma."

"I love you, too,"

After staying wrapped in each other's arms for what seemed like forever, Henry removed himself, and walked over to his mother's nightstand. He opened up the bottom drawer, of which he knew held his story book safely inside.

"Mom, will you...- what?!" Henry began frantically searching through miscellaneous papers in the drawer. He knew his storybook had always been on top, where was it? "Emma it's not here"

"What isn't here?" Emma asked, getting up from the bed and moving over to Henry.

"My book... Emma, what... what is this?" he asked, holding up a small black leather journal. "I've never seen it in here before, I didn't even know mom had a journal." he added, confused.

"She didn't..." Emma whispered. "May I see it Henry?"

"Yeah, here you go" he responded, handing it to her.

Emma carefully caressed the mysterious book and turned it over and over in her hands looking for any name or initial to pin it as Regina's, but found none.

Ill just open it. If it is hers I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind. Emma thought.

So she did, she opened it, and to her surprise, there was a letter written on the front page, addressed to her.

She quickly closed it. And sat on the edge of the bed.

"What was it?" Henry asked.

"No-nothing, it was um, it was blank." Emma tried to lie, but failed miserably.

"Mom, I know you too well. Plus, I'm your son, I know when you're lying." Henry said. "Now, what did you see." he asked, plopping down beside her and nudging her shoulder.

Emma looked down at the small book, "A letter. A letter to me. She must have written it before she..." Emma trailed off, and wiped a single tear from her cheek.

Henry threw his arms around her and told her it was okay.

"You should read it", he offered, still holding on to her, "it must be rather important if its to you, moms not someone to leave a goodbye letter, and certainly not someone who would keep a diary, so whats written in there... well it has to be big."

"You're right, Hen."

He got off of her, and Emma gently reopened it, then began to read it aloud.

" My dear Emma,

If you are reading this then well, I wasn't able to recover. Please don't be sad, I love you too much to know you're hurting. I'll always love you. Nothing can seperate us, even death. "

Emmas voice cracked. She sniffled and then continued reading.

"You know me well enough to know that I'm not one to put my feelings out in the open. You are probably wondering the reason behind this letter, if it's not a farewell.

Well Emma, I know this may sound odd, and I'm not even sure you'll do it. Please know that you aren't entitled to, you may do as you please. Always.

There's a way to get me back. "

Emma quit reading and stared at Henry with wide eyes.

"Mom! Is that really what it says?!"

"Yeah kid it is... but, I don't understand..."

"Mom wouldn't lie about something like this, please keep reading."

Emma mumbled an okay and then looked back to the journal to continue reading the letter.