What a horrible night, Laura mentally groaned as she briskly strode up the steps of the diner. She had done nothing but toss and turn with troubling thoughts of being married to Storybrooke's greediest person. And I was so hoping it was just a nightmare. If only. She was really not looking forward to being in the same room as him.
Her hair was hidden by a scarf—underneath, it was a brutal mess of tangles. Her eyes were red and sore, her head pounded worse than the day before, and her stomach grumbled for food. God help the person who crosses me the wrong way today. For the town's sake, I hope it's Regina or even Gold himself. That way, I might not feel as guilty.
The minute the bell announced her presence in the diner, Laura felt the temperature drop at least fifteen degrees. Every single person stared at her like a museum exhibit, most hiding behind Storybrooke's newspaper, The Mirror. I will get Sydney. The front page was all over Graham's death. Oh god, Emma would be dying inside, scratch that she probably is. I better go see her.
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Emma was in a worse state than me. She was wallowing in tissues and she was absolutely a wreck. Mary Margaret looked bad, probably because of Emma's wailing. Poor aunt, Laura thought. Mary Margaret tied sweeping up the tissues and said, "What can we do to help her?"
I sighed, "Well how about I stay over and we have a girls night out, just the three of us, unless you want to invite Ruby and Abigail?"
Emma looked up and stopped moaning, "Okay, so how about we go out to this party out in the forest run by 'Robin Hood and his band of merry men'. Robin is the host, there's food, drink, music and guys. Then we can all come back here but who's driving?" They looked between each other.
Laura stepped forwards, "I will, you guys really need a good night out and anyway I am not going back to Gold's house. I'll have three shots, thats all. I'll go pack some stuff and be back here after the funeral okay?" they sighed and Laura walked out the door doing the regal wave.
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Laura crept into the bedroom to find Gold sitting on the bed with a bag of his and my clothes. "Why have you touched my clothes?" I asked starting to pack a bag of clothes in the smaller suitcase.
"Well, dearie, I have started packing for our honeymoon tomorrow, unless you've forgotten?" he put a bottle and a cane in the case too.
She looked at him with disgust, "No, I am staying with my aunt tonight and maybe tomorrow after the funeral we're going clubbing because she's in such a state. You wouldn't understand." and she walked off, out of the room, down the stairs and out the door to the funeral.