Chapter 3

AN: Thankyou guys so much for the feedback! It was very kind and encouraging! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, if you have any questions about it please feel free to ask! This chapter was a little more difficult to write, but I hope I explained things well and answered some questions! Please continue to give feedback! Also just a quick note that I probably won't be able to write/post chapter 4 for a few weeks because I have summer book reports to get working on, so I'm sorry in advance. :(

"However. When I say there's a way to get me back, I don't particularly mean the me that you know so well.

Let me explain.

There was a potion of sorts inside of Golds shop which was laced with magic. I took it before I got too sick and it is now in the bottom drawer in the nightstand where you retrieved this journal; just in case you choose to do this.

The potion can send you back in time, to fairy tale land, before I cast the curse. It takes you to whoever you want to see, but there's a catch, well, a few. 1. Only you can go. 2. The only way you can come back to Storybrooke is if you get the person you want to see, to come back with you. 3. The person you want to see, is, unfortunately, The Evil Queen."

I've stored my memories of my life after I cast the curse into the potion, which is somehow supposed to ensure time won't mess up, from you stopping me from casting the curse. Storybrooke will still exist, as will Henry. Everything will be as it was, except for my past self being harmed from the side effects of the curse. It's quite a lot to take in, I realize that. Even I don't understand the half of it, but I know you will be able to piece things together."

Emma paused, deep in thought, trying to process what Regina had written.

So there was a way to see Regina again.

But this Regina, won't know her. This Regina won't love her.

However, it's still Regina. It's still the woman she loves.

Emma knows of how evil Regina used to be, and how she used to be filled with so much hate, but she also knows that Regina was able to change.

"Ma..." Henry hesitantly started.

Emma looked at him waiting to hear what he thought of the letter.

"You- you have to go, Emma... you just have to."

"Henry, we really need to take some time to think this through. First of all only I would be able to go, so where would you stay?"

"With grandma and Grandpa!" Henry interrupted.

"Also, this is Evil Queen Regina were talking about, what if she hates me, what if I'm not able to get her to come back with me, then we'll be stuck there forever and-"

"Emma! You're the savior! You can do anything! Mom could never hate you. The world she is in, the time period, how dark her heart is, none of it matters, nothing could keep her from falling in love with you."

Emma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"I love you, kid, but this is a lot to wrap my mind around. How about we call it a night, and read the rest tomorrow. Things seem to make more sense in the morning, maybe I just need a night to sleep on it."

"Okay...I understand. It is a lot to take in, but like, it's mom. I don't care if she's blue with purple polka dots, as long as it's her."

Emma snorted, "She did look great in blue."

Henry smiled and scooted closer to Emma to give her a hug.

Emma kissed the top of his head, "Love you, Hen, sleep well."

"Love you too, ma, you too, goodnight," he replied while yawning. He then got up from the bed and walked out of the room down the hall to his, rubbing his tired eyes the whole way.

Emma waited until Henry closed his bedroom door, then got up, sat the journal on the nightstand, and closed hers. She looked at the clock on the bedside table and decided it was too late for a bath and she'd just take one the next morning. Walking over to her dresser, she pulled out a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top, which she quickly changed into.

Emma yawned as she turned out the lamp beside the bed, crawled under the covers and cuddled up in them. She tried to go to sleep but she just couldn't knowing that there was more letter to read.

She groaned and rolled back over and grabbed the journal and turned the lamp back on.

Emma opened it up and continued to read where she left off,

"Going back in time to meet the Evil queen may be the last thing you want to do, but Emma, if anybody could get through to her, to me, it would be you.

You can help her change. You can help make her realize that she isn't unable to be loved. You can show her that love isn't weakness; but strength. You taught me that, and I know you can do this.

However, I also know how difficult a task it will be.

She will make you angry, she will say things to upset you, and she might even make you want to kill her. I know, because shes the darkest part of who I am. Although I also know who you are.

When you get angry, it's kind of great because you always have a snarky comeback.

She'll realize she's finally met her match.

When someone upsets you, you try to get as far away from them as possible.

She'll feel a sharp pain of regret when she realizes how much she hurt you. This will hopefully startle her, realizing the regret means she actually cares, and her hurting you, may hurt her more.

Lastly, there's no "might" about it, I lied. You'll definitely want to kill her, but I know you won't.

I know you, and I love every bit of you.

I have a feeling you'll blow her mind with showing your love for her, she'll stay up at night wondering how you could love someone like her.

But she'll realize, as I did, that it's just who you are.

You're Emma, and she will adore because she's me.

All of the letters in this journal after this one, are letters for her. I've written them to try and hopefully help with her letting you in.

When you meet her, don't give it to her right away, she'll probably think you're insane. Wait until she softens up to you a bit, which she will.

Emma, it would be impossible for me not to love you to pieces in every world known.

I love you always, Ms. Swan, don't you forget it.

If you choose to do this, know I am with you every step of the way."

Emma rubbed the tears off of her cheeks. She grabbed a pen that was lying on the nightstand beside her and began to write at the bottom of the letter.

What she wrote:

"I love you more, always. See you soon, my queen."