CRYING
She was crying. We rescued Henry, and now we were on the ship, happy, getting some rest. But she was crying. I was afraid, because I never saw Regina crying like this. Sure, I've seen her angry, mad… even sad, but never this sad. Tears were running free, her face wet. Neverland wasn't the cleanest place, or a place where you could bath and change your clothes, eat whatever you want, get yourself some comfort like in your house; and my dear Queen wasn't an exception, she was showing, like the rest of us, that this place wasn't as great and wonderful as every kid in the world thought.
First of all, her hair wasn't straight anymore. The dark curls came back, and her hair was getting longer and a bit brighter, I don't know why. Secondly, her face was without make, and jeez, her curls and her clean face made her look like she was seventeen again.
We were bathing in the rivers we found in our way, making shifts. I was truly tempted to see bathing, but then I realized that it was enough with invading her bed and making her lick my wound. Why the hell I told her to do it? And most important, why she did it?
As I was saying, she was crying, she didn't try to hide it. And seeing her so vulnerable made me sick. She was strong, beautiful, and brave; she didn't deserve to cry. I always knew there was a reason I had hope, faith, and that I always defended her because of something, but it wasn't until we all were in the cave that I didn't label those feeling; now it was clear to me, it was admiration for my personal savior, it was love. I never truly saw her as a mother; like a best friend, like a sister, but not like a mother, the age made it impossible for me, besides the fact for me there was only one mother, my mother.
Everybody was partying while she was crying, I see what type of heroes they were. I got closer to her, I put my arm on her shoulder, she realized I was there. I just wanted her to love me back, always, but now I realized I wanted her to love me back in a different way. She loved me like a daughter, but I loved her like something else. But wait, she loved me back then or was she just pretending? The mere thought made me sick. "What's wrong?" I asked her in a sweet, kind tone. Actually, I did not expect she answered, but she did, and my heart race.
"I feel like a lost girl again. It's hard, you cannot imagine how hard it is" her voice was breaking, and with it, my soul. "My mother never loved me, my father never fought for me, I had no friends. When I was young I used to escape my room in the middle of the night, I went to the forest, alone. And one day I disappeared, and when I finally found my way back home, all my mother yelled at me was that I should have never been born, that I was stupid. She didn't care ab-about me…" she completely broke. God, how could she say she was a bad mother? She had a terrible family, but oh, she became the perfect father and mother for Henry. She did it great, and that's difficult when you don't know how to be a parent.
I knew that back in Storybrooke there would be a lot of thing to fix, but right now I could not care less; I kissed her deeply, trying to chase away all of her fears. I didn't care if everybody, including her son, were watching, I continued to kiss her, and finally, I whispered "You're home now, you're safe". She wasn't crying anymore, and a weak smile appeared, suddenly the world was a better place. That day I made myself a promise: I would give Regina Mills her happy ending, even if it means I had to fight against the rest of the world.
