Hello everyone!
To start out this chapter I would like to comment on a review that a guest sent.
":Let me guess. Only CS is true love and not Snowing or else they would have stayed close and all that other CS BS."
First off Snowing not being true love does nothing to benefit CaptainSwan, and Snowing is true love. CaptainSwan has nothing to do with Snow and Charming growing apart. They grew apart because losing a child is a horrible thing that can drive a wedge between people. Now, I don't what it's like to lose a child, I don't even know what it's like to have a child, but if I ever lose my kid I'd probably blame myself for it, that is what Snow and Charming are doing. Snow feels like this is her fault, even though it's not, but she does and she doesn't want to make Charming's grieving any worse, and Charming feels the same.
There was also another review, which I think was by the same person, but who knows?
":They have done NOTHING that needs Emma's forgiveness."
Maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that Snow and Charming blame themselves and Emma kind of feels like they gave up on her, but Emma doesn't know the whole entire story and she doesn't know what all they went through to find her.
The person who wrote this probably isn't reading this, but I don't care. If you don't like my story, then just stop reading it, you don't have to post a hateful comment. Now, I don't mind a bit of constructive criticism, but hating on me doesn't help anything.
Sorry for ranting, I just needed to get that out. Before I get on with the story I just wanted to thank the people who have supported this story, it makes me smile!
~{OUAT}~
The day of Emma's disappearance.
Once the swirling purple smoke receded from view, Regina smirked and laughed triumphantly. Her long awaited revenge against Snow White was now complete. She'll crumble from the inside out, and all while Regina is at her father's side feeling anything but the sadness just inflicted upon Snow White. The Charming family is mow torn apart, with great despair clawing at the hope, that would surely disappear. That pore child was somewhere, off weeping in the middle of the infinite forest, never to be found or seen again. Regina was filled with immense pleasure at the deed she just tended to, a wide smile crossing her face. But…
There was a gnawing feeling at the pit of her stomach, one she despised greatly. Along with that there was a voice in her head barricading her for what she had just done, it sounded tremendously like her father's. It kept repeating and repeating, making Regina's large smile form slowly into a frown. What was this? Was it, guilt? Regina shook her head. It wasn't possible, the great Evil Queen didn't feel guilt towards her dark deeds, especially the ones aimed at Snow White. She clenched her fist and pushed the silly thoughts from her mind, and tried her hardest to ignore the feeling in her stomach.
Regina strode towards her chambers, with less confidence than she had held before. Those previous thoughts had gotten to her. She didn't want to feel this way, but unfortunately she did. Stomping loudly, she finally reached her chambers, she saw her father facing the other direction his hands held together behind his back, slightly swaying side to side waiting for her return. He quickly turned around when he heard the clacking of her heels. His lips turned upwards, and hers shortly did the same. His hands came up to her arms rubbing them up and down in a soothing motion. Regina didn't look him in the eyes, he would know something was wrong.
"Have you finished what you needed, my dear?" He said still rubbing her arms with his hands.
"Almost."
~{OUAT}~
Graham paced the hallway, worry or relief, he didn't know which, filling up his thoughts. The Dark Curse should have been here already, this lands inhabitants, including himself, should be far off in another realm, forgetting completely who they are, Regina gave him the speech months ago. Did she have a change of heart? Or did she have something worse in mind? Regina becoming good doesn't sound as nearly possible as her having something worse to do. She's not exactly known for her sweat side, if there is one at all.
A familiar sound of clopping heels surged him out of his thoughts. Regina walked towards him, as regal as ever, with a small leather bag swinging from her fingers. He stopped pacing and bent his knees into a bow, and muttered a quick "Your Majesty". She didn't say a word, just stood there slightly scowling at him. He looks at her with confusion. Usually when someone bows to her she just sticks up her nose and smirks. He continued studying her, she rolled her eyes and thrust the bag into his arms. He struggled a little before the bag was finally secure in his hand. His brow furrowed. What is it? Well there is no sense just staring at it.
Pulling at the strings on top the bag, he opened it. A red glow erupted from the bag, and his breath caught in his throat. A heart, he was holding a heart in his hands. Could this be his? It must be, why would she just give him a random person's heart.
"Is this…"
"Yours? Yes." Regina cut him off. He looked at her shocked. Maybe there is a good person under that, evil exterior.
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"That is my business!" She snapped. "Now, if you try anything…" She stepped closer to him, their noses nearly touching. "I will take that back and crush it into dust!" She finished with pushing him backwards away from her. He nodded and started running towards the exit. He's free. That thought put a grin on his face. After all these years, he can finally leave. Maybe Regina does have a kindness in her.
~{OUAT}~
Regina stared in the mirror examining her face, pushing her cheeks up then bringing them down looking at the bags under her eyes. It's been a very long day and in the morrow, she is to leave with her father to somewhere new. To where that place is, she does not know. It needs to be far, yet close enough so she can return to her castle for anything needed. She sat up from her vanity and roamed towards the balcony, a breath of fresh air can do no harm.
Ultimately, she regretted the decision, for it brought her mind back to her previous thoughts. She inwardly groaned and bashed her hand into the railing. Her stupid, stupid mind chooses now to betray her, right after she completed the goal she's been reaching for, for what feels like an eternity. Daniel's dead because of Snow White, she deserved this! So why was her back-stabbing brain making her doubt her actions? Everything she's done in the past years, was all to enact her vengeance against Snow White. She should be celebrating, not plaguing herself with all this…guilt?
A strained scream exited her throat, and she forced the thoughts to the back of mind. She should be thinking of the destination, in which she and her father are headed to. A home hidden deep within the forest would be ideal. But which one? There are many to choose from, perhaps Camelot's forest will do, but it is quite far, too far for her liking. Arrendale…no, to cold. Sherwood possibly?
Yes! Sherwood was perfect, it was secluded, a long journey, but not too long that she couldn't return. A smile eloped her face as she thought of all the possibilities. Everything will work out fine, and maybe those idiotic doubts will disappear into thin air. She must tell her father; he would most defiantly agree that it was the right choice.
Never did Regina think that this is what her life would come to, all her mind set has been about in the past years was revenge, and now she's going far away from all of that. Only a few times has she thought of what it would be like if the curse had been cast, asking herself if paying that price would've been worth it. She shook her head. Of course, it wouldn't be worth, loving her father was all she had. He was the only one that stopped her from feeling the complete despair of loneliness. Killing him would have done nothing but leave a huge hole in her heart. Regina always told herself that love wasn't worth, that it just led to unbearable sadness. But her father always got past the barriers she put up, and now she knows that's he won't ever hurt her. This decision was right, and no doubts were clogging her brain.
~{OUAT}~
1 year later
Regina stared out into the distance of trees as she walked back to her home. Her father thought a walk would do her some good, he was right of course she did feel much better. Over the past year Regina's learned that when it came to her wellbeing, he always knew best. These past twelve months has done wonders to their relationship, they're closer than they've ever been, and even if she didn't think it possible, she loves him more. Happiness was something that she always told herself she'd never get, and now she has proven herself wrong.
A familiar eerie giggle sounded behind her, causing her teeth to clench her teeth together. Rumplestiltskin was right here in front of her, and just when she thought she escaped all of that.
"What do you want?" Regina said sharply, with annoyance laced in her voice.
He giggled again. "Oh, dearie I'm just here to ask why you didn't cast the curse. You don't have to be so petulant about it."
"I am not petulant!" She yelled. "And is that all your here for? To ask why I didn't cast the curse? Well I'm afraid something just doesn't work out." She turned around quickly and started to walk off, but it seems Rumple had different plans.
"How didn't things work out I told you exactly how to cast it?" He said with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
"You told me I had to kill the thing I love most. I didn't feel like paying that price." She said coolly.
"Or you're saying you're too weak."
"I am not weak!" The confidence in her voice was obvious. Why did he care so much? This was her curse; he should be happy he gets to keep is damn memories.
He made three tck noises, and waved his pointer finger back and forth. "I'm disappointed, dearie. I always thought you had it in you, but I my, was I mistaken." With that he disappeared in a puff of dark red smoke. Regina flicked her hair over her shoulder and stomped off towards her home. The imp has no right to call her weak, if she could, she'd rip his sorry little heart out of his chest. She crushes it into a million pieces and revel in his death. But the stupid fool has to be immortal. So much for feeling better.